I don't want to go home, really I don't. I feel stuck, like I'll never leave again, I have no car, no public transportation and nothing's really with in walking distance. It's horrible. The worst is the daily interrogation by my father about where I'm going what I'm doing, who I'm doing it with, when I'm coming back. I try to talk to him as little as possible. My father enjoys straddling the non existant line between being a big part of my life and having no knowledge of it what-so-ever. My only hope is that I can spend as much time as possible in the city. At least I get free meals.
I do not like the midwest, I think it's hideous, but at least when I'm here, it's mine and no one else's. I answer to no one, I go where I want. I have the option of not answering the phone when my parent's call.
I love Boston, I really do, and I need the ocean in my life, but I can't stand being there right now. I'm very happy to be staying here this summer.
What if I just don't get on the plane tomorrow...I'd have some very pissed off parents that's for sure. My mother would also be extremely upset, she's my only saving grace. At least I get to go to New York with my sister for new years.
I'll be fine, I just feel like I'm being sucked back in.
I hate you house, I'm glad that when I graduate my parent's are moving out and tearing you down.