Escape

I need out.

I can't do this anymore. All of this nonsense, these messes, the conflicts, and miseries. I don't know what to do with it, and I can't keep trying to continue it. So what now? What the hell am I supposed to do? How do I stop the hell building around me at this moment?

This is the problem with being independent. Because then you come back, and you have relatives who think that just because you're younger than them and have the same blood running in your veins, that they can tell you how to live. They think that they still have control of you because you can't take care of yourself.

Well here's a hint. I've been taking care of myself for years. I have systems and cycles in my life. I understand situations and responsibilities. So you can stop trying to protect me from the world, because guess what? I've been living in it, and doing just fine. I've been doing alright every moment except when I come back and see you trying to live my life for me.

Just stop.

Because I can't take this anymore. I can't deal with your nonsense or your provocation. I can't keep putting up with your petty objections to how I live my life. Let it go. The fact of the matter is, if you don't, I will. I will walk the hell out of here and never come back. And then, maybe you'll finally get it. Maybe it'll finally hit you just how badly you're affecting me.

Lecture me all you like on my behavior, my remarks, my appearance, my habits. I don't care. So you can suck it up and deal, or get used to my bitching, swearing, pain-in-the-ass self. The end.