I've got a lot on my mind right now.

1. I don't know how much longer I can take of living with nine other people all the time. It's exhausting. We are on top of one another and there is bound to be drama (in fact, there already has been). I'm sick of it.

2. I was told by my therapist that I will be here for around six months in total. This terrifies and angers me. I miss everything from home. I want to go home. 

I'm scared. I'm angry. I can't take it anymore.

I just want to be better already.