Runaway

So, I moved out. I was sick of fighting and i decided this: I would rather struggle in the "real world" then be miserable in my own home.
So, i had planned on moving into Aunt Marcia's mondayish but when i got home from school i somehow got involved in another fight (and especially after that, i didnt want to spend the weekend in the prison that my home had become) and decided to just pack up and catch the BATA to fife lake. so thats what i did. and now we are all in the midst of making plans and preparing for me to stay indefinately.
Im relieved and scared out of my mind at the same time. i cleared out my bank account because my mom has access to it since im not 18 and i wasnt sure whether or not she would do anything.
marcia is not going to charge me rent but i am going to try my hardest to support myself the best i can.
i have decided that i am not going to talk to my parents for a while. my friend taylor, who is alot like me except that she always has to be the center of attention, has some of the same problems with her parents so she is moving in with her boyfriend. (there will be some new issues there, im sure) but she said that her parents are kinda disowning her and i figured that for the time being i am disowning my parents. i told marcia not to tell them anything about me except that im still living, and if they want to know how im doing they can call me. i am not doing Thanksgiving with them, and we'll see about Christmas.

okay so i labeled this post "Runaway" which technically i am not, but the song lyrics still apply. my parents let me leave and they know where i am. but i felt like such a stereotype when i stood at the bus stop with 2 duffel bags and my backpack. it was kinda amusing. plus, ive always loved this song.

Runaway - P!nk