I been living in my apartment for 1.5 years. I have held down a job paid my bills have a car and never asked my family for anything yet its been 18 months * and counting* since I moved in and they have yet been to see me. Normally I would understand this being I lived hours away but I live 20 min away and that is driving slowly.
I come to understand that I'm the black sheep in my family. I'm 21 and I'm happy. I might not be doing what they think I should be doing and it pisses them off. I know it pisses then off when I come in sporting a new color hair, tattoo, peircing, eyeliner. But this is me, I like expressing myself. I'm an Art Major...THAT'S what I do! In 9 days I turn 22 and I'm still looked at like I'm that 8 year old boy refusing to take his medicine.
I'm not a little punk. I might look like I get into trouble but I speak 2 languges and learning a third, I play flute, violin and piano, taught myself how to knit along with numerous other artistic mediums.
I really do love my family through all the shit they put me through. Even though I
Hopefully I will find people i cna adopt as family...becasue they way I see it the one I have now needs brought in for repairs...