I now remember the reason why I hated life here, and I still do appreciate coming back, but, damn. I have such an awesome time with my friends. I can do everything I want without worrying about being rejected, but, the moment I come home I am nothing more than trailor trash. I'm nothing. I can't fucking ever be enough. She wants to bring "dad" back
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