Home

I have to go home every Thursday. I don't like that I do, but it's good that I do. Parents don't really see me anymore, so I guess it's good for them to know that I am still alive and whatnot. It was the first night that I spent at the apartment and well it was painful. I'm glad that I did grab dinner with the little brother and bought an extra burger. There was nothing food wise in the apartment. I mean there was food but nothing that really appealed to what I wanted to eat. The apartment is a mess already. There's not enough space for everything my parents want to keep. Mother is already using my closet along with the actual little brother. I can understand him using my closet, he's been living in my room for the past week. As usual, he made a mess in the room and was already eating in the room. I'd so totally like my room to be bug free.

The mattress that was in my room was not my mattress at all. It was REALLY hard to get comfortable last night. I had actually fallen asleep when I got to the apartment but mom woke me up when she came to check up on me and the little brother in the room. My back is not happy with me at all that the mattress had no give whatsoever. I think I would've had better luck if I slept on the air mattress or slept on the floor.

I hope that Father moves everything in soon and that my things go straight into my room. I already know how I'm going to things in my room. It's just a matter of getting everything in there. I REALLY want my fucking mattress next time I go home. He and Mother can have the hard one. If they wanted a good bed, they should've kept the other mattresses we had. Going home to the apartment is going take some getting used to. I probably should go home more often, but Father isn't capable to take me to campus anymore. He isn't capable to taking me to campus or even to the Metro on time. Sigh, home.