Do I belong here?

It's strange that within 3 days of me coming here, I'm sick of all this already. I'm pretty sick of being here now. Even though I'm lucky to be with Mom and Dad and everything nice. I don't seem to fit the pace. As always my mind spins in hundred different directions, thinking a hundred different things. I can't seem to keep up to the way things are changing. I can't seem to get a grip on how the people are evolving..Some living totally dilapidated lives, and the others in phases, sometimes i don't seem to know the people I've always known. People changed in the last year, so did circumstances. It's come to the point, of accepting one's fate. But one always has a fighting chance, an able mind and body and definitely a heart that never gives up. This trip can't get drearier than this.