Things doesn't work good between us. She's not talking nicely to me. Here's the conversation:

Her: There's no choices for you to make. You must go on with the accountancy.
Me: Why? I hate account, lah! What's wrong with hotel management?
Her: I SAID ACCOUNT THEN THERE'S NO MORE ARGUEMENT. OKAY?
Me: YOU NEVER LET ME CHOOSE THE THING I LIKE SINCE I ASKED FOR CHOICES. SO NEXT TIME WHO'S GOING TO BE MY MAN, YOU CHOOSE, RIGHT?
Her: (I don't know what is she babbling because I just shouted at her when she talks)
Me: I TELL YOU! I WON'T GO FOR THE ENROLMENT. -went up my room.

Okay. I know that I'm not thinking of my own future when I said the last sentence. I hate it when she said ...(the sentence in bold). If she said, 'I think you better go on with the accountancy because hotel management don't guarantees your future', then I will be most probably listen to her. BUT SHE'S NOT! She don't even let me have any choices to be made, not even when I'm going to be nineteen soon! Why? I feel like running away from home, seriously. All I need is just freedom to choose my own life, I won't bother if you don't give me pocket money anymore.

All I need is that word with seven alphabets.

F-R-E-E-D-O-M