hell or home
Ah. Good ole' Milton. How I love it so... not! I've been home for less than two weeks and already I hate it here again. For the next four months, I'm in my very own living hell without any form of rescue in site. All the independence I fought so hard to obtain has been ripped out of my hands and demolished. I can't do whatever I want... I have to ask. Three days after I got home, my dad and I screamed at each other for over an hour, just because I wanted to go visit my brother. How absurd! I shouldn't have to relinquish my independence just because I'm in suburbia hell for the summer. What makes it worse is that I've grown distant from all of my high school friends. I've seen a few of them once or twice already, but it's not the same. We (with the exception of Blooh, cause I know he's gonna read this and get pissed,) don't really have close relationships any more. Our conversations are generic. How's school? What are you doing this summer? etc.... They don't know anything about what's happened in my life in the past 9 months, and I frankly don't want them to. Most of my friends in high school were uptight band geeks who didn't know how to let loose and have fun. Smoking's bad, drinking's bad, sex is bad, doing anything except sitting around playing cards or going to Ritas is terribly unacceptable. Ugh! Where do these people come from? I can't believe that I once had things in common with these people! Alright, I'm done ranting. It's only four months out of my whole entire life. I'll get over it. Soon enough I'll be back in Pittsburgh with my friends, with my job, with school, with the life I'm now used to and so pleased to have.