I can’t tell if I’m the problem or my parents are just crazy. Cuz last I checked, being grumpy in the morning didn’t mean I hated someone or wasn’t part of the family. And why does everything have to be such a big deal. I’m 19. But according to them I’m still 10. And I’ve been told this many times. I like to think I’m mature but I guess not and I’m pretty sick of it. Seriously debating on moving to Washington but that’s fair. A change will be healthy though, or I would like to hope so. This day has already been too much of a headache. I am now resorting to the last Harry potter movie and chilling for the rest of the day. Also seeing arianna, my homegirl. So I guess I just have to know that I will be out of here one day. Just wish it was sooner