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I'm sick of being told I'm "too old". We just can't get a break, can we? We're either too old or too young or too foolish or too who-knows-what. It's ridiculous. I know I'm not a child anymore, but I'm not exactly an adult yet, either.
My stepmother thinks I'm wasting my time, studying theater. She thinks it'll be a 'useless degree' and I'll end up a starving artist somewhere. I've learned to tune her out, but now she's got my father nagging me as well. I've had to start locking my room so she won't barge in and throw out all my stuff - which I'm apparently "too old" for.
Just because she has zero imagination and leads a dull, dry life doesn't mean I have to follow in her footsteps.
The funny thing is, Toby - the baby I once wished away - is the only one who isn't criticizing me nowadays. Well, Toby and a few special friends, of course.