I wish I lived on my own more than ever right now. I love my parents, I even love my step mom, but sometimes its just too much adversity to be able to stay cheerful, or grateful, or not want to escape from. 

I want to be free and not have to answer to the people I live with, I can answer to my boss at work, or my prof at school. 

I’m old enough to make my own decisions, be socially, mentally, emotionally, physically, independent.. but not economically. 

If I could afford my own place right now, I would live alone. But living for free with my parents must be worth the trouble and stress because then I can afford for uni. 

Just three more summers…