I feel like my life has reached a definate high level of ridiculous. I'm in desperate need to move out of my parents' house.
I don't know if anyone's experienced moving out of their parents' home TWICE and moving back TWICE. But it's a really strange and almost discouraging thing. It makes you wonder... Will I ever be able to move away? Is the reason I keep coming back because of ME rather than the external circumstances I think cause it? Do I lack the courage?
But I've come to the realization: No, No, it isn't me. I've been left with little to NO choice but moving back in. and i'm ITCHING to get out of here.
my parents are driving me crazzzzzzzzzzzzy.
Go ahead, ask me why. I dare you. It'll freeze your very sanity into instant soup.
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