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A place where I cry about my life post-graduation.

just reblogging my OTP nbd

(via ssibly)

drawma: I became fed up with the decisions my parents were making for my own future. I figured that if they weren’t going to let me make my own choices I would have to run away and become an adult without their help. With some encouragement, I packed up my favorite backpack with my laptop, and all the money I had and left. The main trigger for this was the fact that I was dating a person that my parents did not like. They superficially commented about his appearance and age. But even though their reasoning was logically wrong and I couldn’t argue with them to change their backwards and racist beliefs, they were still worried about me. I figured I could leave forever, and they would never have to worry about me again.  The boy I’m dating asked me to see Brave with him, apparently that is the “story of my life.” I couldn’t help but openly weep at some of the scenes. I did relate to Merida being a tomboy myself, but I wasn’t fighting for my own freedom…I felt silly, I was fighting for my right to date whomever I wanted.  but I did learn something from the film. mend the bond, torn by pride I caught myself saying, “I wish they would have just kicked me out, it would have made everything easier.” But my parents still cared about me, probably a bit too much. I’m home now, I bought my mom some cheesecake that she really liked, though it didn’t turn her into a bear. Unfortunately the slice of cheesecake fell apart while I was taking it home; it was late, and it took me 3 hours to travel back. My father called to make sure I was okay. 

drawma:

I became fed up with the decisions my parents were making for my own future. I figured that if they weren’t going to let me make my own choices I would have to run away and become an adult without their help. With some encouragement, I packed up my favorite backpack with my laptop, and all the money I had and left.

The main trigger for this was the fact that I was dating a person that my parents did not like. They superficially commented about his appearance and age. But even though their reasoning was logically wrong and I couldn’t argue with them to change their backwards and racist beliefs, they were still worried about me. I figured I could leave forever, and they would never have to worry about me again. 

The boy I’m dating asked me to see Brave with him, apparently that is the “story of my life.” I couldn’t help but openly weep at some of the scenes. I did relate to Merida being a tomboy myself, but I wasn’t fighting for my own freedom…I felt silly, I was fighting for my right to date whomever I wanted. 

but I did learn something from the film.

mend the bond, torn by pride

I caught myself saying, “I wish they would have just kicked me out, it would have made everything easier.” But my parents still cared about me, probably a bit too much.

I’m home now, I bought my mom some cheesecake that she really liked, though it didn’t turn her into a bear. Unfortunately the slice of cheesecake fell apart while I was taking it home; it was late, and it took me 3 hours to travel back. My father called to make sure I was okay. 

(Source: ssibly)