I don't even know where to put this, so I guessed here was as good a place as any
Everything's just piling up right now, I feel like I'm going to burst.
This past school year has been really, really difficult so far. Last summer I turned 13. 15 days after I turned 13, I moved from New York City to Hong Kong. Two days after I got off the plane, school started. I didn't know anyone in the whole continent. It's terrifying. I'm getting bad grades because nobody ever explains everything to me and I am way too shy and scared of getting in trouble for not understanding (because it seems everyone else does) to ask. I started learning Chinese (Mandarin) at this school. Everybody else in the entire grade knew at least a little, even the other new kids. I haven't made any real friends yet. I met kids who I sit with at lunch, and claim they're my friends because I know that I'll have to deal with nosy teachers asking questions about making friends and adjusting soon, and if I tell the truth I'll get sent to the school counselor. I lost faith in those two years ago, at my old school.
Eighth grade seems infamous for being a difficult year for everyone. But it's worse for me. I'm up past my bedtime writing this, but I don't care. I always stay up past my bedtime. I listen to my iPod after the lights go off each night. It helps me block out any worry I have about this.
Gosh, I sound weird. But it's true. I've never been homesick before, not at any of the sleepaway camps I've gone to. But they've never been quite so far away. I mean, my parents are here, but I'm not quite "connected" to them. My friend isn't here. My HOME isn't here. I just can't wait until Christmas. I miss Rhode Island!