Home isnt Home.I get homesick for a home that doesn't exist anymore. Or ...did it ever exist? Probably not. My parents are showing me their true colors now that I'm close to the age to be kicked out, where's the hugs and kisses? Where's the "I'm proud of you hun"? Where's that normalcy. Where's the son and father time where we play ball or something? Where's Mom and son time where we watch TV together or have sweet nothing conversations? Instead I'm givin the role of a Scapegoat. accused of things I never or have done. Used as a punching bag and yelled at for being a human. I hate this "home"