*paces*

I'm not sure what I'm afraid of.

Who could possibly be afraid of my dad--a balding guy who's constantly drunk and smokes like a chimney? And my stepmother! Pfft.

But what keeps me from leaving? It's not that I fear what they would do to me. It's that damn biological thing--how you're always attached to your folks no matter how much you don't like them. But this biology has no power over me, I tell myself.

Perhaps it's that they could phone the police? But then, I left of my own free will and explained why, and I'm 18, and promised updates. Must they?

I don't fear what lies in wait for me on the road. Think positive and God will reply in a kind manner, after all. I'm confident in my ability to defend myself, should bad things happen, and I'm confident in my ability to survive out in the woods.

I dunno.

Maybe I'll just have to keep repeating the Labyrinth mantra ("...for my will is as strong, and my kingdom as great... you have no power over me") to myself and meditate upon the reasons that I want to leave.

Hmm.

*chin-scratch*

Jim Morrison once said something about facing fears--that it was the first step to freedom, since the fear had no power over you anymore.

Hmm.

Maybe I'll take old Jim's advice?