Father time, where are you?

Time fliess when shit happens.

Ready or not, here it comes.

Two-faced monster.

Why must the nun of the family decide my fate. Am I not wise enough to decide for myself what I may or may not do? Pathetic. Hypocrisy.

The true Gemini is the Libra.

Trust.

Two words: pure idiots.

All I want is to be trusted. How are they ever going to let go if they can't trust me in my fucking house, my own fucking bedroom. Door open, light on, full household-what could POSSIBLY be going on my my room. It makes me sick to my stomach how they can be at times. If only going back in time to that humid summer evening, and changing certain events, was not only possible but would also alter their present day methods of trying to 'protect' me.

Idiocy.

The answer is perfectly clear, and if only they would realize it my life would be so much simpler. Private hotel room or rented bedroom in the Full House on GC street? Honestly, what self-respecting human would pick the latter? Especially at my age...