Home... Well Maybe???

Okay so I'm back down south. In at the place where I spend most months out of the year. I really want to text Kat but she's at school so I can't. 

So leaving my mom it was all bright and sunny. Cold but still. It was nice. We were joking and laughing the whole way to the airport. But then we come down here and the skies are grey and its all wet and just gloomy. My father barely talks to me the whole way from the airport. 

So when he met me at the luggage claim thing whatever he said "Hey girly." He doesn't look excited or enthusiastic or anything. He looks bored and ready to go. 

Later in the car he's mumbling to himself and he says and semi yelling at the cars in front of him, "Y'all need to go I gotta go pick up my babies."

He's talking about my little sisters. 

I know that I'm older and my father is more helpful with younger children but oh my gosh I was a little hurt. 

Sometimes I feel like the ugly stepchild. Which I am the stepchild, I'm not ugly but whatever. I feel like my father thinks that I'm just extra baggage and when in gone he's with the family. I feel like I visit him and then go home to my mother. 

I've been thinking about moving up there more and more but I could never leave my nerds or my school. I don't know. I wish it was the opposite. My mother loved down here and I would go visit my father. 

I'm just tired of feeling left out f my own home. They do all these things when I'm gone.  And when I'm here in never invited along. There's no fun in that. I feel like a freaking stranger in my own home. I don't want to feel like this. 

I'm hungry. I want some Subway... 

Huh... 

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