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So I came home for the weekend. It was good,and now I have to go back. Every time I go back I feel a bit of me is being torn away. I don't want this anymore. I don't want school, I don't want DC. I just want home, and to feel alive. They say that this is the best time of our lives, well I want it to feel like that. I don't want to feel as if my insides are being twisted in all directions as they're being taken out. Certain things make me happy, but it's not like I always have those things. When I am happy, I really am happy and do forget about all these things. It sounds stupid to say that I like being happy, everyone does.