A couple months ago Fedge contacted me asking if I could meet with him in real life. I wanted to but at that time other than emailing back and forth to one another, I didn't know him that well. I asked a friend what should I do, she said to either meet with him in a public place with another friend, or tell him no. At that time I then emailed him and said I couldn't meet with him. Fedge, if you are reading this, I very much do want to be your friend, but you you have to understand for years I've been ingrained with the rule of never meet someone you only have met online. I'm sorry it was taken the wrong way.
I wish my parents were a little less controlling, more open to things, I hate not having proper amounts of time to explore, hence why my pictures are mainly from the outside. I've found places I've wanted to try, but with overbearing parents, even though I'm almost (as of the fifteenth) 28, you would think they would trust me by now. On top of it all, they've started believing it's the end of the world, it's getting to the point where every other sentence is, "It's the end of the world, because...". I'm trying not to vent, but I'm sick of it.
I need a better job, and better yet, an apartment or house all of my own, I also feel like I'm missing incredible opportunities to go out find places to explore without people around. I feel like an armchair explorer, stuck at home in my own safe little galaxy with no hint of danger, all the while wishing for it.
I took this picture from a moving car on Sunday, and I'm including it just for fun, so that you will not leave depressed, from reading this reader.
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