In a strange way i miss my past. My past that i now complain about so much as a waste of my life. But in a weird way, i miss being home schooled and having no friends and no life other then the positive things my mom restricted me to. I never drank. I never did drugs. I never worried about girls. I was happy with basically just my mom. I loved her. I still do but now im so caught up in life its different. I used to see her as my best friend. Now as the person he catches me doing bad things and pays for my psychiatrists(yes more then one). I blame my past for my conditions, as they are. But really, maybe its my newly introduced future. For 14