My aunt is leaving for Kosovo this week. We went to her going away party tonight. I love my family, they make me laugh so much; everyone gets on brilliantly and always has such a good time. I always feel slightly too different though. It makes me wish I was in their clique, that I was funny like them and could keep up with them. It's one of the only times I ever wanted to actually fit in.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: