My dilemma, *sigh* the never ending world of catasrophic events. Everything has to be this or that, him or her, love or happiness, family or friends. I can never have both.  My current dilemma that I've come to the crossroad at is whether to stay for my family or to leave for my friends. I want to go home, I want to go out dancing with my best friend, I want to party and have a good time, but I also want to make my parents happy. I know that they don't need me here but I can't tell when I was happier. Was I happier knowing that I was going home to my friends? Or am I happier knowing that my parents love me enough to ask me to stay? Yet, I know at home there's a lot of pain and even more rumors and lies to succumb to, but here...here they don't support me at all and they act as if my dreams don't matter. Here is where it hurts to be myself, there's no freedom, no room to breathe. Home, at  home there's no rest for the wicked, no escape from the chaos. Yet, it's funny how I keep refering to ONE place as home...does that mean something? Should I wait to go home until we've proved our worth here? I'm so lost and confused, so hurt and so wronged. I feel trampled upon.