Late last year I really wanted to move out of my Mom’s house in a hurry and live in my car. A sheltered friend talked me out of it. I can look to so many points in the past when I had the chance to escape the path I’m on. It doesn’t make sense to leave right now, I’m here for another year. I’m so bored of my life, that living in a parking lot actually sounds like it would improve my autonomy and my social wellbeing. 😆