Right so yesterday i came crashing down from my little "freedom in the real world" pedestal! Turns out, as much as im working and supposedly making my own decisions, im still under strict rules! My mother had a fit yesterday when i mentioned working late(which is a neccessity in my proffession). She pretty much showed me, that no matter how old i am, or how my life is going, she'll make the decisions as long as she can ... Oh well, parents will be parents i guess. Right i think its time...

So i just recently started working, getting into what they call "The Real World" yet,to me its still the same place i've always been. With the same sad depressed people(just much older this time). My parents were so worried when i started that i'd be too used to my old ways to adjust to a "Grown up environment", but the transition was fairly easy. Now i spend my days sitting behind a pc silently working away... I must say tho, working has given me alot more freedom than i was ever allowed ...