State of the Union

I'm kind of under house arrest...for being me, my usual self. Oh well. Until then, I'm basically kept apart from my love, and that's breaking me in half, we're both getting pressured from both of our families and we are about to rip our hair out with the unfair insanity. It's like everyone's trying to push us apart, it's tough to go through...I know I'm struggling. The whole thing is ridiculous, I hate being treated like I'm five. I am fully capable of taking care of myself, everyone else is just blind to that and wouldn't dare give me one fucking chance. Well fuck you, non-believers. If Jesus walked on water then I can manage my life with J. And hopefully you'll finally learn that, hey, I can live my own life. Isn't that just fucking swell? I was wondering why I was my own entity and not a clone of you. Anyway, enough angst.