I was telling my mum (who lives in Australia with the rest of my family) that I’m not mentally feeling okay and I’m in a mood but I think I’ll be fine, and this was her response. I love her so much. Even her text language makes me miss her and the rest of them. Ugh I would kill to be in Melbourne right now. Instead I’m stuck here in a house full of people who hate me but plaster fake smiles on their faces when I’m around to make me feel “welcome”. They use me and mentally abuse me to get what they want from me and that’s money. I’m done. New Zealand was my home for 16 years but not anymore. 2 more months and I’ll be where I belong.