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I swear to God, if my family keeps micromanaging my life, I will very possibly start throwing darts at the paintings in my room. I need a hobby -- oh, wait, I have way too many hobbies and not enough time and too many demands on me.

I cannot. fucking. wait. until I move out of their orbit.

I'm twenty, and I really, really don't want to spend my life catering to my grandmother's neuroses. I don't think that makes me a bad person. I am not cut out to be a caretaker, I don't want to be, I'm not good at it, and seriously, a ten-minute phone conversation with my mother should not leave me with a TMJ attack so bad I need painkillers.

Everybody can just fuck off and die, sometimes.

Reposted from LJ, 20 March 2009