Although, he was asking about my habits about taking the buses and what paths I take to get home. He admitted he can't sleep when I'm out on the street. Some of my friends think I'm being treated like a child. How did he think I survived in Vancouver? As dangerous as it is out there, he doesn't give me any credit, but at the same time, if something did happen to me, I'd automatically get blamed. Happens all the time on the news. He stays up until I get home, even got angry at me once for not phoning right away. He's worried about strangers hurting me. Meanwhile it's been the people I've trusted who've betrayed me: I find this very ironic. It's almost a sick joke. I'm not saying I won't be careful, but you can never be careful enough when something unexpected happens to you, even when you think it never will.