My parents came with me so I could get settled in, which was great. I was having a great time before school started, we were visiting people, and getting things for school, finding a place to live.

School started last tuesday, and my parents left wednesday, and I have cried almost everynight. I feel so horrible. I want to go home so bad. My classes are fine, I like them and everything, it's when I'm walking to school, and when I'm "Home" at night that it hurts the most.

I'm crying so much that I'm actually sick. I can't eat anything. People keep telling me that I'll get over it, it'll be better later, but I really don't think so. It's just as bad as it was the first night I was here alone.

I can't even eat anything. I e-mailed my mom and told her and she said what everyone said. I'll get over it.

I really really want to go home. I miss them so much!

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The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time,
somewhere, someone said to themselves, You know,
I want to set those people over there on fire, but
I'm just not close enough to get the job done.