M and I are existing separately now. It's been a day or two since the last incident. I'm doing everything she complained about me not doing. I'm cleaning, cooking my own food, and staying out of her way. If I had done all this before, we'd be fine. But now it's strained. Our whole life here together is strained and falling apart, piece by little annoying ass piece. I'm not complaining. I'm simply giving up. I surrender. I don't want to live here anymore. And I won't for long. Tomorrow I shall go job hunting. Hopefully I'll get lucky. After I land a job. I'll concentrate on saving every penny. Than my refund will come. Than I will search for a reasonable apartment. Than I will find out how to get all the way to campus for classes. One step at a time. I don't want to be here anymore, seriously. All those times before I always got over it. I let the feeling go so easily. Not this time. This time it's aching. It's twisting my insides. All I want is away from her. Away from almost everyone I know. I want to live my own damned life by my own damned rules. I'm 22 now. I can't stay here and keep living like a child. Like some spoiled little brat. I envy SEB, Dani, and Wen so much before they're out on their own. Making it work somehow. Surviving day to miserable day. So I have it easy. I'd give anything to have my own life. To have my own apartment. My own place. I just don't feel like pretending anymore. Pretending to care about her. Pretending to be something I can never be. I'll never be a good daughter, hell not even a descent one. I dunno. I think I'll search for some desperate roommates. Done for now.