I love my family but they can be really exhausting. Sometimes I just wish someone would shoot me and put me out of my misery when I’m with them. The situation isn’t really that bad but this visit has just been giving me that drained and empty feeling (Who are these people? And why am I here with them?) Maybe we can get out and see some movies or something to fill up the time. It’ll be so good to be home again in a couple days. And then I’ll probably miss them – ain’t that how life goes?