Honestly....

I’ve decided that I hate talking. Especially when it’s from older people. They just can’t seem to grasp the fact that you aren’t a kid anymore. I come home 30 minutes late. I get a talk. I spend to much time with the boy. I get a talk. I don’t work enough. I get a talk. If I do everything above and beyond it still seems like they aren’t satisfied. I’m not going to go to school 15 hours. Work 40. And have no life. But I do need out of here. I’m getting tired of it and I think it would just be a lot easier for every one if I just live in my own apartment. -sigh- Life has it’s ways of figuring itself out. More later.