I feel like my parents only tolerate me these days. I think they're tired of having to take care of me and wishing I could move out sometime soon. I wish that too, but first I have to get a job I can support myself on.
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Yet in my new wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage. For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.
-H. P. Lovecraft, "The Outsider"