I have determined I really don't like living alone. I thought I would, because I mean. Doesn't everybody dream about when they can get out of their parent's house and live on their own? Only now that it's happened, I don't like it. I don't want to be here alone. I miss my dad and my friends, even if they don't know who I am anymore. I miss Scott and Lydia and Malia and even Liam and Derek and everyone else. I miss my room and my jeep and my life. This isn't mine. it's like, it feels like I'm trying to live someone else's life and I hate it.