The night life isn’t really what I expected. The drinking is all a bit excessive but I guess there has to be a certain mood to be in to find it enjoyable and I’ve not really gotten there yet. I half want to blame my parents for this, for forcing these restrictions on me so that now I have the chance to finally try them, I still feel their hold on me.

It’s stifling. It’s like I’ll never be free from them and it just hits me harder when I think of the possibility of them forcing me home again. Now that I’ve had this taste of life, now that I’m living out there with friends I’ve made and rules that don’t matter anymore, I can’t go back. It would KILL me.

I can still have a great time out there, regardless of any reminders of my family, and it…