Friday, July 22, 2011

pfft

I'm glad to be home, don't get me wrong. Everything I want I can get it here without worrying. I don't have to think about my allowance, and food is readily available. I don't have to do the dishes or cook dinner.

But I miss going out and doing whatever I want whenever I want. I miss socializing, being in the constant company of people day and night. I never have to report to anyone who am I with, why am I with that person, and I don't have to go home if I don't want to.

Is this the price of my freedom?

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