So much to write about concerning my father and wanting a place to call home and wanting to have good friends. But right now all kinds of other shit is going on. I feel completely out of place. I wonder if I shouldn't have come. If I'm just something else for my mother to worry about when she should be devoting all of her attention to something else. And I just had some cornflakes. I think that's not the end of the world. Just not great. Yesterday was very good. Two apples, a very small pickled herring, and a salad with mozzarella.

And now I don't know where to be or what to do. I don't want to leave my mother's side, but I feel like I'm a burden there. Fucking fucking fuck. I think they're going to come back now, so I should stop writing and be social when they appear. Top Gear is still my self-soothing fall-back. Especially as I struggle to not eat the chocolates that are here. Ugh.