More.

Yeah, hey, everyone. I'm sorry that I haven't been posting. I've got a lot to own up to... I promised frequent updates on my life and have not lived up to this. So, I'm sorry. Forgive me.

I have several other confessions to make. One, I am moving back to Hillsdale, as fast as possible. Call me a pessimist, tell me the grass is always greener, but things are pretty much hell here. I suppose it took a horrific situation for me to snap out of my snobby funk and realize: HILLSDALE IS NOT THE HELL I SAID IT IS. I swear. It took me living in my own personal hell to realize that I created it. I created the madness that surrounded me. Every single problem with every single person was started by yours truly, and I was too stupid and narcissistic to realize it before now.

I hate it here. Pretty much it's like Beverly Hills High, but on crack. The drama that clouds everyone's minds is phenominally overwhelming. My stepmom and I butt heads pretty much every day. My dad doesn't appreciate anything I do. My older sister hates me. And my little brother and little sister just want me gone. My dad keeps trying to involve me in "family" activities, but to no avail; I've given up trying to fit into his family, and I've given up trying to fit in in this school. In the beginning of this realization, I was frustrated; I felt like I couldn't fit in anywhere. But the difference between this house and my mother's house was that my mother actually loved me. My dad just feels obligated, like everyone warned me he would.

Well, I'll probably keep up with this more often than I had been doing before. I miss you all terribly.