So I go to boarding school for music.

I wanted to go forever. Looked forward to it for months.

I went from August 27th to November 19th. Saw my parents one weekend in the middle.

I got really homesick four weeks before the 19th. I cried multiple times a day. I wanted to leave. I hated my major. I hated practicing my instrument. I hated responsibility. I grew lazy but somehow maintained my grades. 

It got slightly better and I was able to do stuff and be happy for the most part. But I still wanted to leave the entire time.

I went home for Thanksgiving for a week. It was awesome. I'm back now.

Yesterday was fine except I got a really bad headache and cried during my therapy session.

Now it's Tuesday. I've been crying for the past hour about nothing. i want to go home. I want to lie in bed and cry.

THe only thing keeping me going is knowing that Winter BReak is coming on December 17th.

I'm crying because I know that after that I have to come back here for 9 weeks. I can't do that. I'd rather die.

I want to go home now. I can't wait until the 17th. I can't come back here. I feel empty.