Eleutheromania

It all started back in elementary school when you realized you could break a pencil in half, and everyone would think your the strongest person in the world . Realizing that you could break something so easily, felt so good. It was as if your bones were creaking for you to do more. To make more people smile, and to show that you aren't just some little girl.
It was so fun at the time. It was so overpowering. . .

Then, as you get older you start to change. Not only physically, but mentally. That feeling starts to turn into a obsession, and living in one of the roughest parts in town you can't help but loose control sometimes!
. . .
Or is that only me? I started off with that one snap of the pencil, and then I went to sneaking around town at night. Then, I went to parties and got drunk, and it was so good. Until, it became to much. The screaming, and the yelling, all of it! Was too much! They always ruined it, he always ruined the fun. . .
But it's stopped now. The screaming has turned into a whisper, the fighting has turned into hugging, I know it has. But, before you go ahead and get too crazy, make sure you know what your doing. Or you will end up in a mental hospital. Just like I did.

My mother thinks it's just my hormones playing with my brain but I'd rather call it Eleutheromania: An intense and irresistible desire for freedom. . .