hurts.

Few things hurt more than your parents telling you that you're an embarrassment to them. But, what can I do? I can't speed up this process. Figuring out who I am, what I want to do. It's all a blur and the only thing that keeps me sane is knowing that Ben loves me. He gets me through the hurt. I'm getting my shit together. One step at a time. It's time to move on from this place. This is no home anymore. It's just cold.