Ramblings of a Wandering Luney

I hate being at home sometimes!! Absolutely hate it!! Everything I do gets interpreted as I have an eating disorder. It doesn't matter how much I eat to prove to them otherwise. I hate feeling like they're watching everything I do. Tonight I went to go for a run and my dad went looking for me and made me go home. The neighborhood where I live is a tiny neighborhood where everyone's known eachother for years and everyone has flood lights. I use to run after dark in high school and it never seemed to bother him. He's been so paranoid with everything I do lately! Well I need to go to bed, cause I'm getting up at 6am to finish my run tomorrow. Three months of this is going to seriously suck.