I'm the type of person who handles things through a series of emotions. For instance, in this case, I started out by closing myself off, then I was sad, later I was depressed (which is close to sad, but you feel the need to complain to others), later on that night I was confused, and finally all day Sunday and right now, I'm pissed. I mean what the hell is his problem? I'm 17, almost 18, which I realize is still young, but I've been able to dress, feed, talk, and make decisions for myself for a long time. This should be no different. So what if he's older than me, that doesn't mean that he gets to pull the age card and make decisions for my life, even if it is partially his decision.

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