This may be lengthy, but I feel as if it needs to be typed. I have been writing in 'Microsoft Word' for far too long and I would like to get a response for once.

I'm not too sure where to begin exactly or how to organize it so that when its read it won't be confusing... I used to live in a big city, but my parents had forced me to move with them to a more "rural" area because of my medical condition (it isn't anything that immobilizes me I only have seizures, something that can and is [for the most part] controlled with medication). I was going to college right when we moved and wanted to dorm but they were completely against the idea. I was immature and wanted to prove them wrong, make them see that I can make it on my own - So I ran away. This was the first most biggest radical thing I've ever done in my entire life. I've never "acted out" so to speak or done anything to jeopardize myself or another person.

My mother threatened to fly up there, search for me and kill me (then kill herself so she wouldn't have to go to jail, her exact words) while my father was prepared to forget that he ever had me. A week later I was scared and convinced that I was better off home.

Now its two years later (I'm 20) and they still treat me as if I'm unworthy of their trust. I haven't made a friend on campus within the two 1/2 years that I've been in college because right after my classes, my father comes to pick me up. I cannot drive myself because of my seizures, so I rely on my mother, father, or sister to drive me everywhere. Back when I lived in the city, I felt more independent because I at least had the opportunity to take the train or bus, over here I go out when they want to go out, and I only get to go out with them.

My mother also thinks very ill of me in terms of my "love affairs" to put it lightly. She thinks the reason I left had been because of a man and not because of college, not because I wanted to dorm. She drinks excessively. She has been drinking more after we moved. She even jokes about it, saying "how good her memory is (when it isn't good at all) and she's the drunk." It's made her mood very unstable. As for my father, he's a hot head. He gets angry for every little thing one moment, and then the other he's being silly, like a child. I had thought my sister was cool and fun, but a couple months ago that changed, she told me that she had slept with my fourteen year old cousin. She was twenty four at the time. I lost all respect for her. I couldn't even tell her off because then she would have made it seem like I had the problem, like she always manages to do in situations like that.

I know I wrote a lot, but thanks to anyone who at least reads this.