So, i like small details.
Is it bad that I struggle with my family? They love me, feed me, and house me. They help me financially where they can, and council me where they can't. But I feel like the belligerent kid. I'm not straight, cis, or abled. I can't argue my opinions because my dad has a job where he knows everything we don't. I feel like I'm exaggerating my disabilities and I wish I could just move away and start anew. I wish I could leave college, get my service dog, and live with my boyfriend. (Cont)