You know what's really weird? I mean, really weird? I miss my parents. I don't know why. And I hate that I do. I hate it. It makes no sense. Because I hate them. I was always trying to get away from them, and now I am away, but for some reason, I miss them. It's not exactly like I want to see them again, because I don't . . . I can't explain it. They never cared about me, and they still don't, or else they would've figured this all out by now. It isn't that hard for anyone to understand, really, except for me. I don't get why I'm here. But my parents should totally understand; they just don't care enough to try. I bet they do get it, but they don't want to say that, because then they'd look like the total jerks that they are. Everyone would see them, although I don't think everyone would do anything about them, because everyone is like my parents. That's why they fit so well here, and I didn't, I guess. I'm not everyone. I'm not a part of that group who think they can just turn off the people they're not interested in. Like a light. Yeah, my parents always wanted to just turn me off and on depending on whether they wanted chores done. They couldn't have cared less about me when I wasn't doing house stuff.

So why do I miss them?