I went home this weekend. I got there Thursday morning and planned to stay as long as I could; lasted until Saturday afternoon. I hate going home, the first thing I'm asked is why I don't come home as often anymore. What do I even tell them?, "I can't stand being apart of this family" "I leave even more emotionally damaged than when I arrive", I usually just make up excuses of having too many exams to study for, or not being able to get off work. But no matter what i say to them I'm always the bad person who doesn't care about their family. It wasn't even my idea, I was okay going to a school in my area, but my mom decided she wanted to be able to brag about being able to visit her daughter in another state. It hurts that everything always end up being about her at the end, never about us. She claims everything she does is for us but thats always a lie. It's just whatever makes her look like a better person, what people think about her. Always about appearances.