Welp, I'm now in my new home with my parents, and while the trip up was good and easy, Depression likes to hit like a boulder. I didn't know this, but there's a thing called Post Relocation Depression, and adding that with my already existing Depression...yeah. I really felt like shit, hating myself and wishing I didn't even exist. I wanted so bad to be 24 again, back when my parents first left, so I could make better decisions. I miss my home, my room, my bed, even the wall that my bed was up against. But, I will make this work. I have to. I'm gonna have to figure out what to do in the mean time while I'm here, and eventually get myself back home to SoCal. At least then I can be sure I'll be in control of my life. Plus, I'll be able to visit my mom and dad whenever I want, and I'm sure I'll be able to have friends to hang out with. I hope this move will only last a few months, and something great will happen for me. But, for now, I have to get used to the idea of living here.