And again it's that time of the year in which I feel completely uprooted and unstable and scared. Seven years...it should be some sort of celebrated ritual. I need to make things for myself or I'm going to be left behind or stuck in the middle or just completely floating off somewhere unknown. I hate having to rely on anybody...it's just the worst feeling. Especially when that somebody threatens to drop me off or drag me along against my will at any moment if I'm not willing to cut myself off. I need to cut myself off. I need a fucking life because I'm not willing to latch myself on to anyone else's. I don't even know where to begin.