This is why I left my parents' house:
So I can come and go whenever and wherever I want.
So I can cuddle with my friends on the couch and fangirl to our hearts' content.
So my fails are met with giggles and gentle corrections, not disappointed looks and sighs.
So I can make jokes about my neighbors having loud sex.
So I can swear.
So I can work at at job I love, and not one my parents force on me to get me out of the house.
So I can do what's best for my health, and not end up hurting myself to keep up with my parents' wishes.
So I can sit in a comfy chair and read for hours on end without interruption.
So it's okay for me to be mostly gay, and I don't have to hide it from the people who are paying my rent.
So I can be the nocturnal creature I am.
So I can use my free time as I see fit.
So I don't have glares coming at me from all directions when I show up with another five comic books.
So I can read whatever the bloody hell I want, and not worry about getting in trouble.
So I can actually clean the everliving fuck out of a paint-sink.
So I can finally be who I really am.
I left my parents' house so I can find a home.
