Being home is really hard. I was so used to being at school and handling my shit there that coming home was twice as hard. My mom started with me about how she hates my neighbors before the car was even parked outside the house. She told me she hates them because they talk about her and that my going to boarding school was her fault. It wasn't, well, at least not purposely. I needed to get out of my house, away from my parent's relationship, away from this neighborhood, away from this school system, hell, away from my friends. Living at school saved me. School opened a whole new world to me, one that I probably would have died without. When I