And to be frank, in a really real sense, I might be going through a rebellious teenaged phase late in life. That doesn't make me a bad person. It makes me a suffering person. I was my ignorant abusive tool parents' little bitch until I was 30 because I had chronic health issues I fought like a dog to heal from and ended up being unhirable. I couldn't escape their home even though I tried. My dad once choked me on a flight of stairs because he was pissed that I kept having flares and going to the ER. That illness ruined my life. My career and adult life never recovered. I was a super super good kid. I followed every rule. I was very obedient and studious. I look back on my life feeling like a damn fool because it was that obedience -- the thing I believed I was supposed to do to live a good life -- was actually what destroyed me. So fuck it all now. Fuck what everyone thinks.