  So here I am, at grandma's house because my parents can't take my bullshit anymore. It's all my fault, always is. I'm better off here anyways though right? Right. I'm tired of their shit as well. It'd be a hell of a lot better though if they'd just let me go. But they know if I go, I'm never coming back. And they're right. Long and weary, this road has been. Almost over. 6 months, 18 days, and I'll be done... 
