I fucking hate people. I can't stand most of them. It's a wonder I don't fucking scream my head off at the people I have to deal with on a daily basis. I got away from home because I was sick of asking permission to live my life, and so I could make my own choices without being chewed out for it and made to feel like the bad guy, especially when that decision has absolutely nothing to do with the person I'm being chewed out by. I'm fucking done.