Take me to home.

I went to Princess Margret Hospital twice. It was nerve wracking when my mum was to go for her biopsy. My dad and I sat in the family waiting room watching Ellen on TV. I need to laugh, when times are tough I need to have something to make me laugh, no matter what it is. Ellen provided that simple task. I read most of my book while waiting for about two hours, if not more. I can't really remember the amount of time. All I remember is my mum telling me that there was no need for her to even get a biopsy because there is no cancer. I felt no wave of relief like most people, i just smiled, and said to her, "good, i'm glad, now let's go eat," and we did.

I try so hard to be friends with my roommates who are suppose to be my best friends. I baked a cake last night for my friend because it was her birthday today. We bought presents, I made reservations and bought her dinner tonight. It's the little things that bother me. We have a chore chart in our house but it's only two out of four of us who actually do them each week. They all think that I run the house so it's hard for me to bring it up without me thinking that they have yet another example of how I run things. I don't understand why we can't all live in a clean house.
If I didn't have to live with roommates, I wouldn't. Some one told me not to let things get away, things I want, I need to acheive them. I want to live on my own and have a place to call mine.

Really though, I want to go home.