"Want to see you!", "Well, we'll book your flight since your broke!", "Oh but you have to come on the day after a huge alumni event way early in the morning.", "Sorry but we won't be here [X] week because we're going on a vacation we never mentioned to you.", "And by the way, no idea how you're going to get to the city to interview that detective-you know, the one thing you've been happy about?", and..."You need to watch this HBO thing no not True detective, that was awful!"

This. Is. My. Life.

I thought I got away. But the only reason I want to go back to that place is to do an interview that plays to my personal interests and could help me determine a lot of things in life.

And the worst part? I know I'll be left to my own devices. I know that any 'family time' will either lead to a screaming match or "Wow, I gotta go!".

I know I won't even have my brother because he's always MIA. I know that I won't have people to 'chill' with because I don't have any friends up there.

I know I'll just be taking four hour naps and wandering around in a daze.

I know I'll be nagged about everything.

And they wonder why I never go home.

You may know the past issues I've had with them, and how they still try to exert control. This time-trust me I wouldn't be going back unless I had to-this time it's for one of the only things I'm passionate about.

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And I'll be there for six days.

Yeah, I'm kinda at my breaking point even though it's two weeks away. Even on Skype, I'm ignored.

I have to remember, though: There is at least one good thing that is going to happen. Just that one good thing.

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