I think I messed everything up.

Yelling at Daniel and saying the things I said, most of which weren't even true, probably didn't help to convince him that I'm a mature young man capable of making my own decisions. In fact, I probably sounded like some hysterical kid trying to deflect criticism.

I think I need to handle this like a man. I need to talk to Daniel and tell him nothing happened. After what I said, though, he probably won't listen to anything I say.

Besides, some of it I meant.

I keep wondering when life gets simple. It's easy enough for Daniel. He slopes off to town, has his fun and comes home and no-one ever storms in on him demanding explanations.

How much longer is he going to see me as just a stupid kid? Probably as long as I react like I did last night. In a way, he deserved it. He has no right to act like some kind of angry parent. I don't behave like that to him. Fine, so he knows more than I do, but I'm younger and faster and stronger than him, so I reckon we're equals. Why didn't he knock? Why is it fine for him to just walk into my room?

Maybe I've blown it. Maybe, this time, he'll just tell me to leave.