Maybe I Am Five. Get At Me.

I don't know. I just don't want to be here. I don't want to hang out with them. 

Maybe it's best. Maybe I shouldn't be living with my closest friends.

Or maybe things will be better when I don't feel like I could be having the time of my life somewhere else.

Poop. This makes me sound five but I honestly just want to go home.

Is that really so much to ask?