Its kinda funny how this works. The short version is, I've had to move seven times in the past 2.5 years, I'm stuck in a place I don't like (My family and friends are back home, and I had to move at literally the worst possible age, 13.) I'm stuck where I'm at until I'm 18, so I've basically lost the good in my teenage years (I know a move doesn't always do that, but in my case, it mostly did.)
Ironically, the little comfort I've had HAS been my faith and talking to God, but at the same time, I tend to get frustrated with my family for theirs (Which is, at present, more fundamentalist than mine, if you can believe that.)
The long version will have to wait.