short gingersnap latte & tall expresso truffle=<3.

highs & lows are ridiculous...& i understand why things were as they were last night. so half of it was me, but its good.
needless to say i feel better...its okay. i like when we're like how we were tonight.

but i'm still bitter about my parents. i need to pray something deep that i get through to them
because being 20 and being treated like i'm 16 & living in a bubble is definitely stunting my growth.
not to mention, uhm, driving me fucking insane.
i need them to understand that i am my own person & i need to make decisions for myself.
i need to have control on mapping my life.
they need to learn to trust that they raised me right.
they need to stop talking to me about faith and should have some for themselves because if their faith
was stronger they wouldn't be so damn worried about me 24/7.
two years since i've been out of home...adapt. adapt. adapt.
its not easy but once you start you have to keep going. you can't stop and settle and expect me to settle
with this. i need to grow. i need to learn. i need to make mistakes. life is supposed to happen this way, they can't protect me from every possible risk. i need risks.
i call it nemo syndrome.
seriously,
let
me
grow.
okay micro crunch time.