Not Home

You ever somewhere that you once considered home, and feel the complete opposite feeling you should have at a home? I went somewhere this weekend and I should still be able to consider it one of my homes. But I didn't feel like I belonged there. That place doesn't feel like home to me anymore. And I know why too. The last time I was there, everyone got into a big fight and I was technically the one to start it even though it wasn't my fault. So this time, things were tense. I broke down in tears on the phone with my mom and boyfriend at least a dozen times over the weekend because I didn't want to be there. I just wanted to go home. But I knew I couldn't. I had to last the weekend because there was no where else I could go. This weekend was the worst weekend ever for me. And I honestly don't want to go back for a while. I got most of my things this time and brought them back home with me because I wasn't going back. I don't know if I will. I know it may be a bit confusing, but I explained it the best I could. I kept going from angry at everyone, to being so emotional that I broke down in tears. The only thing that kept me going through the weekend was talking to my mom and boyfriend all weekend. And I know I shouldn't be caught up on it, but it kills me to not want to go back there. That place should be my other home. But I despise being there now. That place is not home. And I keep thinking about that. More than I should. I hate this. It makes me feel terrible, but in the end, it's their fault that I feel this way. I just keep getting hung up on this whole thing. Anyway... As always. If you guys have any questions or comments you'd like to ask or share, just leave it in the comments. Y'all have a great week.