Somehow he managed to escape her iron grip. She always told him what to do and especially when to do it, since he is really bad with time. Now he had to make decisions all on his own. Turns out he is utterly unable to do so. He can’t pick the bad choice, let alone the right choice, because he simply can’t make decisions at all. For two weeks he didn’t eat anything because he couldn’t decide what to eat and he didn’t do the laundry or make his bed, because he couldn’t decide when to do it. Now he is back under her regime and he has never felt more at ease. Leaving home ain’t easy.
(Source: creationoftheday)
