I can't help it. I feel so lost here. I don't fit, I don't belong. I want to go home. I miss everyone. I just want to cry and cuddle. I need a hug.
I know mama is gonna read this and I don't know that anyone else does but I just need to vent. I try to like it here but I can't. I try to make good friends but... They aren't real. Perhaps it's just the move but I just can't find my way into this small-town life. I miss home. I miss Minnesota.
I'm an outcast. I can see it when people look at me. Indirectly, they are telling me I don't fit, that I won't fit. I've never actually felt like this before. I've always just soaked into the social caste. That's not the case here.
I know mama is gonna read this and I don't know that anyone else does but I just need to vent. I try to like it here but I can't. I try to make good friends but... They aren't real. Perhaps it's just the move but I just can't find my way into this small-town life. I miss home. I miss Minnesota.
I'm an outcast. I can see it when people look at me. Indirectly, they are telling me I don't fit, that I won't fit. I've never actually felt like this before. I've always just soaked into the social caste. That's not the case here.
