I feel totally lonely in this house. I want to go home. I never miss my dad, I miss my mom so very much. I want to leave. This place is like a prison. That or a museum. I can't touch anything. I have a 45 minutes limit on the net. There's rooms I can't go in. They have an alarm they turn on whenever they go out. My room is just a bed a bunch of beanie babies and a closet full of ugly ladies clothes. I want to go home and see my friends and my mom and my pets. I want to go home and see the mountains and even the moving boxes. I'd rather be anywhere but here. I keep replaying the time Amy was visiting and my time at Luther Heights in my head. It makes me smile. I think the only time I'm happy here is when I'm asleep because then I can dream that people who love me are with me. Even if they don't love me, even if it's a nightmare, it's awesome because then I'm not here. I really do wish I had a relationship with my dad but I can't. There's like a wall between us. We leave for AZ tomorrow, thank goodness. I like it better at my grandparents house.