I am barely breathing here, this place is holding me hostage. These people, their actions, their lies, I am tired. Homesickness has never been strong as this and I am certainly not entertained by it. I am tired, weak and fragile. No más. I don’t want this anymore. I understand this was my dream and I am very blessed and grateful that I have been given the opportunity to at last witness this gorgeous place with my own two eyes. Plus, I am sure it will not be in vain, this place shall forever reign in my artwork for decades to come, if it’s in God’s plan that I last that long. However, the many issues at home have become too powerful for me to focus on anything. Granted this is not the first time I have had to overcome obstacles away from home and I am determined to finish what I started, no matter what. But it was just be nice to have someone to tell me they miss me, check on me, tell me it’s going to be alright like I’ve done with him so many times. Alas, I am alone.