I was reading my other secret blog, which has all my journals from high school sophomore year. OMG that was the most hilarious thing ever! I can't believe I was such a drama queen in high school. Maybe just kidding about the drama queen part, but yeah, reading my entries made me think I was quite the dramatic kid back then. 

I usually go home on the weekends thinking that I'm probably going to stay until Sunday night, but I always end up coming back on Saturday. My parents are kind of bummed that I don't spend much time at home, but I realized that all my family members have our own lives. My brother is busy hanging out with his friends, my mom always has stuff to do for work, church, etc., and my dad is either out golfing or at church. I honestly got sad thinking about it. I felt like an unwelcomed visitor at home who just comes to do laundry, which is what I basically do. My mom no longer waits for me to come home so we can do stuff together. I also saw that I am a lot more comfortable when I'm in my apartment. I sense more independence? or something like that. I guess it's just a part of growing up - no longer depending on parents for survival. I miss spending time with my family...