I Don't Know

Jesus .
I don't know .
What is in my mind when someone ask me "are you goin' home?"
It's annoyed me, because I will always give the same answer that "no" .
Okay, Fine ! I answer that .
Then, the worst is, if someone ask then "why?"
There is no reason, though everything has a reason .
Both of us ( me and my parent) have never talked about this, maybe it is because They didn't have money to buy the ticket. I can receive that.
But, sometimes, I feel jealous, oh, forgive me, it should be not in my mind..
I just wanna tell what I am feeling about.
Okay, I can't write anything else..