It's been a little more than a week since I drove back to my home town. I'm glad to be back, but with my return comes the routinary sadness as I realise how much most of my friends here suck. I've been invited twice to one of their houses and both times I got tobacco and pot smoke blown onto my face; as a non-smoker, this is bloody disgusting and painful in the head after a while, and also makes me feel like shit the next morning. The second time, right as the whole house got filled with the loathsome reek of burnt mary jane, I simply decided to silently let myself out and drove back home. It looks like this is what they'll be doing every time we go out, and it sucks. They get worse every semester, I've grown mad at them.

I have yet to meet the rest of my friends, those who seem to have separated from this first group; I hope they haven't degraded like the others did, and quite honestly, I'm afraid to find out. I've taken the habit of climbing up on my roof and staring at the city during sunset instead of attempting any socialisation. I need sane people to do sane stuff with, like go out for some tea or ice cream, to the arcade, go home for some videogames, or just cruise around.

This just doesn't feel like home anymore.