back home

For  a good portion of every year, I live by myself away from where I grew up, not that far away, but I live in the city and my parents live in the suburbs.  I moved back into their house for the three remaining months of summer, because I signed a new lease that starts in September.  I regret not making some sort of arrangement with my landlord to move in immediately.  

I hate being home, it just reminds me of all the stupid things that happened in high school and all the assholes I know who still live there.  It feels cramped, like I've grown out of it, like the space is just too small...and it's slowly killing me.