Motion Sickness

A house isn't a "home"

Everyone just thinks 'home' means a house, a place to live. That's just a house or shelter, a home is where you feel safe..where you feel comfortable. In my case I don't know where my home is, maybe my mother. It's just stressing coming to my "home" everyday and having no one to talk with, I'm just, alone. I want to talk, I really do but does anyone else? I have the ability to talk with my friends for 3 hours? And then I'm alone again.
Thought, humans are assholes, they trick you into thinking you're worth something! And then throw you in the dirt after they've had their fun. I can't even think of an occasion where that hasn't happened to me.

I get to the front door to my apparent home. I enter the passcode hesitantly even though no one was inside. I think to myself 'is this really what I'm scared of?'
No one is ever home when I get home so I take my shoes off and settle in my bed. I lied there, just lied there. Not even doing something productive.
A few minutes later I hear the door opening and my father entering.
By now I'm used to my father entering the house and getting vastly frustrated at me. I'm don't know how to react now, I just stare at him, blankly.
Tears fall down. But no emotion as always.
I always find it scary showing emotions to others because most find it annoying and abnormal, but if I show any emotion now it's too late and everyone will make a huge deal about it!