There's nothing worse than knowing you had a good day and knowing that will change as soon as you get home. It makes you feel shitty, because why does anyone need to go to a home that you're not even happy in. As soon as you walk inside the house, all you get is a nag. I'm not 12 anymore and I'm sure hell not 21 but I'm 18 and when I'm around the corner from home watching a movie in my friends house, cut the nagging. I'm right there. I'm glad that my parents care but fuck, let me breathe. Trust me, you do not want me to become a rebel. Let me live.