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So I just got here and... I'm not sure what I think about it yet. In a way I guess I'm happy to be away from home, everything there was just becoming too routine and depressing me more every day. Maybe it's not so much the routine as the people, and maybe it's not the people at all. It's probably just me, I don't even know. I used to love to just sit and think but I think it's slowly driving me insane. Maybe I am completely insane and don't even realize it. That's probably why they sent me here. Oh well, it's nice to be away, even if it is because noone at home wants to deal with me anymore. They think I'll talk to people here, as if talking to strangers is easier than talking to people I've known forever. I don't care how much they tried talking to me, there's no way I can tell them the things I think about and the things I do to myself, they'd be horrified. I just couldn't do that, my family would probably disown me- that or they'd baby me to an extent that would probably make me feel worse in the end. I guess I'll just have to see where it goes from here.