I'm back from camp, and I am finding it extremely hard to function at home. Everything is so hard, even sitting at the computer and typing out an entry. The keys feel odd beneath my fingers. The words look foreign as they're being typed out across the screen.

I want to be back there badly. And I will be going back, but not for another two weeks. It's killing me slowly. I can't handle being at home anymore. It's a total battlefield all the time. No one is nice to eachother, and they're all stupid and don't respect anyone. It's so negative all the time. And I'm so tense it hurts.

I don't sleep well at night while I'm here. I'm not comforted. The only thing that seems to really bring me joy here is the cat. Tiger curls up with me at night and seems to tell me that everything will be ok evevntually. But it's taking so long. It's so hard. And I don't want to be here right now. I can't live at home anymore.

I have no where else to go. I don't have the money to get my own place. I don't have any friends I could get an apartment with or anything. I have no money. I have to stay here, squirming with the idea that there is a whole world I can escape to, but no means to do so.

I'm quickly slipping into a world of madness...