Well, I'm Back

[Stanley_9875]

Hey all, I'm back. Finally. Let me tell you the past couple weeks haven't been easy. It was then I realized how much I loved you all and was very upset I couldn't talk to you all like I used to. I've been falling into depression, because it seems the older I get the more controlling my mom is. She says she's only doing it because she loves me, and that I need to get some things straightened out before I move out, but in reality, I think I have those things straightened out, its just when she's on my back about it is when I slip. For example, she says I'm always late to work (who gives a crap, the job sucks... only a couple more weeks till I'm done with school then quit that job), but she and my dad and sister were gone Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday, and all those days when they weren't there I woke up early, and had time to sit down and watch the mountains from our backyard when I ate my breakfast then got to work on time. Then I watched someone's house for three days, same thing.

On top of taking my laptop, she took something very dear to me and close to my heart. Just like taking Avatar away from me, she says I can't go to any more raves. Thats right, no more raves for the raver. This devastated me and broke my heart. The place I can escape to Friday/Saturday nights, be free, leave all my worries behind and be with others who feel the same way I do about the music. I can't listen to DJ's spin their playlists or their own songs, watch the lights, give and receive light shows, converse with others... she took all that away. That was what I'd look forward to for the weekend... now I can't. This would make me depressed, I cried about it, and felt sluggish throughout my days. that plus being away from all of you made me depressed. I'll admit I haven't been feeling like myself, I haven't eaten as much, I don't feel hungry, like one day all I had was a poptart all day long and didn't realize that's all I had. I wrote my mom a well though tout two and a half page letter regarding the raves, and she just said, "we'll talk about it." I'm 19! Why is she still treating me like I'm a three year old? The conversation will turn out with an argument again, and I don't want to argue.

Anyways sorry about my sob story, glad I'm back, and I'm feeling much better now I'm back. And to all new comers welcome, glad you joined the family!