What now, life?

What am I doing here?

Aparently having 2 homes can hurt more than already did.
Today my parents did what they always do, be mad at me for stupid and small reasons.
And I cried.
I looked at the mirror and I remembered Sam laughing at me for some stupid reason, Alexis singing as loud as she could just because.
And I missed that even more.
It hurted a lot.
I cried and I wished I never got to that plane.
I wished to speak in english, to listen to piano, to watch highland dances.
I wished to do Alexis' chores, to jump on the trampoline, to play monopoly.
I wished to go back in time and live everything one more time without changing a thing.
I wanted it back.
I wanted my canadian world back.
What am I doing here?