i'm not perfect. nor have i always made the best decisions. i'm human. at this point in my life i don't get along with my parents--at all--and moving in was a last resort. i've changed my major for the 4th time (i've finally settled with psychology) but i'm now a proud 3rd year junior college student who's already being cut off financially which means i can't afford car insurance, something my parents don't know yet. its fun and relate-able i'm sure. nothing someone else hasn't been through before. i guess we all have to recognize that at some point otherwise we become our own monsters. i realized this a year ago.
i have had innumerable lectures from my parents about how unhappy they believe i am but the funniest part of it is that i love myself more than anyone i know (besides my counterpart, samantha, or so we'll call her). i left a relationship that was unhealthy without the help of a single person and became healthier and happier than i've ever been. i'm on my happy cloud.
i protect this life like xena the warrior princess.