in the beginning

In the beginning, I created a world of my own.

Unforunately for me, it was destroyed as soon as I was made aware of reality. That great event occured about two years ago when I couldn't find my favorite sweater and Mother wasn't there to give an accurate description of its location. While she can still sometimes give advice based on the sheer knowledge of my habits and tendencies, missing possessions are written off as stolen or lost and gone forever now that she doesn't live in the room down the hall and life goes on without it (albeit with a slight increase in overall difficulty). In the long run, that unholy day, where mother and father drove away without me, made me a more freeliving person. However, as I am a young adult, the "long run" means nothing to me and I live in the present, full of alcohol, drugs, sex, gossip, and a little homework. Thus, I live in IV.