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HONESTY HOUR: How Many Times Will It Take For Me To Get It Right?"

I pretty much relate to this song so much. I have tried to prove to my family that I can manage things on my own (Distant yelling from society: "WELL TRY HARDER!")

I have and I am still not giving up. I do not party nor drink at all. HONESTLY. Ask everyone that knows me...and yet there are people out there that don't trust me. People who have described me as someone who doesn't know anything. Someone who isn't responsible and doesn't have what it takes to survive alone. Well you know what? Here I am, almost finishing my first year in college and my limbs are still intact.

Everyday, I would worry about what time should I be back without the landlord nagging me. My family is quite strict about my safety that is why I am scared to do...pretty much everything.
Will they approve of this?
Will they be okay with me doing this and that?
They'll probably get mad at me for doing such.
I shouldnt..
I wouldnt..
I pretty much COULDN'T.

I am not complaining about my family worrying about my safety, it is in their nature, of course... but can they trust me on the things I do?

I actually think that they should be happy that I don't like crowded places and partying...nor drinking and smoking (forgive me but i despise those acts) and be proud that I am not addicted to anything but surfing the web.

My point is... what do they want me to do so they can take this leash out of me and let me breathe and roam even for just a bit...?

Oh wait, I know..

I still gotta graduate in college.

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