I will give it a try again Don't scare me please.
Almost a year a go I packed my bag and left London. Couldn't bare it anymore. Mother kept sending her friends over to check on me and they all screamed REHAB as soon as I opened the door. After a while I kept the door closed, ignoring their endless shouting but being locked in doesn't suit me. It didn't seem worthy. And when mother got desperate enough she froze my account. As if she thought she could starve me in to obedience.
Anyway. I left.