Not a robot, but a ghost

So I'm here in Roanoke, Virginia for the American College Dance Festival. I'm not entirely sure yet, but I don't think I'm happy to be here. I'm an idiot though, and I don't think I'm happy doing much of anything. Hopefully I'm just being weird because I've been crammed in a car for 12 hours. Waking up early, matching shirts, and meetings... Why don't I enjoy doing anything? 

I miss my boyfriend and my bed at home, however not being home, and other things of which right now I am not entirely sure. 

Pure tuna fish.