139 Days...

I'm fine with being alone. I've been responsible for myself for as long as I can remember. I would make myself dinner, I'd look over my own homework, and I'd find my own transportation. This is how I've lived for 14 years. Then I moved to San Ramon.

In San Ramon, living with my dad, I've experienced the worst parts of the independence/responsibility spectrum. I still need to do things for myself, but I am barred from the independence I used to have. For instance, I have to provide my own transportation. Sometimes, I get a ride from a friend. Sometimes they even offer me one. My dad forbids this. You know, I'm fine with not having support if I can have independence, but this is ridiculous. I cannot wait until the legal link between us is gone. It's sad, but I really don't have any emotional connection with my parents. This is why I value my friendships so highly: You are all I have. You have the capacity to grok. You are rational, you are intelligent; you are creative. You are all amazing people, and I love you. I really do.

I'm sorry if my thoughts are jumbled, but I hope my point comes across. Because the vast majority of humanity is such shit (me included), I feel such happiness when I find truly awesome individuals. Then, when irrational restrictions are placed upon me...

So, I wait until I have my freedom again.