Won't you feed me Jack?

What's the use in all of this talking? I know full well that there's nothing to get hung about. It's just that sometimes I wonder if I'm strong enough to take everything they give me and swallow every last bit of it with an attractive smile on my face. I want to leave them with themselves to criticize and regulate. To push their positions on, to fight with and ignore, to deny and to constrain. I understand that I am young, but is not youth a pathway to life? Is not the only way to grow, to gain experience. It is wrong to live only through philosophy and others. Books can take you only so far, knowledge, into a room of convalescent faces and ruddy neck ties. I want to live even if that means making mistakes and falling down. Why must I remain imprisoned by their fears? But as The Shins say : " A stronger girl would shake this off in flight, and never give it more than a frowning hour." so, thats what this is. This is my frowning hour. And then I shall not mention this again. Then, I shall pull up my knickers and find a way to liberate myself. In 2 years at the very most, I'll leave with my family behind me and the future ahead.