Introduction
As I dread of going to uni, I don't have a choice because apparently not wanting to go to an actual university is "illegal" in my house.
And despite me telling my family to not use my dead name, they refused and kept calling me with that name. Yeah I know... it's one of the reasons why I hate them so much.
My dead name is Izzy but I go by Emersyn. It's my preferred name.
Anyway as I bring the rest of my stuff down to load into the car, my damn dad kept on rushing me and honking which kinda pisses me off but I know that I'll be happier spending the next 4 years of my life without them.
Which I am honestly looking forward to it because fuck them! I'm way better off without them.
And most importantly I don't intend on going back to spend thanksgiving as well as Christmas with them because all of them are actual cunts.
Anyway this is how my story goes...
