… I don’t love them. I do. But it’s just one of those times again when I so badly wish I can just leave and not return. Live on my own. Live on my own terms. Live the way I want to. Not have to worry about what they think. About what everyone else thinks. It’s my disease. Let me go. I can walk. I can run. I don’t need to be held unto. If I don’t fall, I’ll never learn.