So, I've been crying non-stop for about an hour or so because i'm fucking sick of my mom, her bastard of a husband, and my intolerant brother. I'm sick of all of them, but there's a lot of reasons why. Mainly, it's because of my stupid family saying hurtful things about who I am and... Well, to make a long story short, they're saying shit about the type of person I am and apparently if they ever find out I'm going to be shipped to some third-world country to herd sheep and cattle. I fucking hate them. The only person in my family I can talk to about this won't see me until tomorrow, and I dunno if I can stand it for that long... I've been an emotional train wreck since I got home... but Chicago was fun...

So, we visit the Harry Potter exhibit at the Museum of Science and Industry, went to the taste of Chicago, talked to my friends, told my best friend I was in love with them (which was kinda awkward, but nice at the same time), and slept at my great-uncle's house. Oh, and set off fireworks on the fourth of July. w00t!

But then I came home...

I was depressed the first day after we got home because I realized that my friend and I will never be together so that made me upset. And today because of my stupid family. I hate them all. Nothing I ever do is right, and when I come out with this problem to my mom and step-dad, I'm going to be shipped off to Africa... What do I do?! Please help me out...