So today I left the house for a few hours and ended up walking around home home looking for something to do. An organization I’m part of, but forgot about came up to me and invited me to their bi-weekly celebration. I accepted and went.
What came next was pretty much a blur. Mostly everybody understood what I was going through, that my parents were being hard on me because of love and being the youngest child who always worked a little too hard. They were supportive over the fact I’m staying here another year and how to deal with it.
I’ve been selfish, I’ve been rude. I need to grow up.