I can’t post anything on twitter because I will be bombarded with questions asking me what everything I write is about. Leave me alone. I hate questions. I hate when people ask me what I’ve been doing or where I’m going. Just let me go. Not to mention that I feel completely alone in my house. Every time I’m here, I feel taken advantage of no matter what it is. When you steal my clothes but get mad when I ask you to wear yours. When you leave all your crap in my room. Why were you in my room in the first place? And it seems like everyone takes advantage of how nice I am because I don’t want to be mean. But when I actually do say no to something I’m the biggest brat and the most heartless person in the world. There are so many things that I love about where I am in my life and how it’s going, but one thing I know for sure is that I can’t wait to get the heck out of here. I wish I didn’t live at home. I wish I had somewhere to go right now rather than waiting until August. I wish I was married. I’m sick of hearing people trying to dictate my future and what I want to do with the rest of my life. It’s my freaking life. You have your own to live, so let me do whatever the heck I want. I’m sick of being treated like I’m 15 years old. Nothing’s really changed. I’m annoyed and bothered with continuous texts when I’m out somewhere. I’m 19 years old, I should NOT have a curfew. You should not be treating me like I’m still in high school. I’m an adult. I’m in college. I pay for my car. I have two jobs. I go to school full time. I pay for all my stuff. I don’t deserve this, and I’m so over it. I need a break from life. I wish I could go away with David for a few days and just forget about the rest of the world or what anyone else is saying. I’m sick of hearing you talk, and was done listening a long time ago. Let me be Brandi. Let me be who God created me to be, and you go be you. I just want the world to leave me alone.