I shut my bedroom door behind me, leaning against it for a moment and letting out a slow breath as I processed the conversation downstairs.
College. My birthday. My inheritance.
It was a lot.
I set my coffee on my desk and flopped into my chair, staring at my monitor as my thoughts swirled through my mind in a chaotic, tangled mess.
Aunt Wendy and Uncle Mike meant well. I knew that. I knew they just wanted what was best for me. But I didn't want to give up on this because it MIGHT not work out later. I'd worked really hard to get where I was and it wasn't fair to expect me to give it all up so that I could go and study bio-chemistry or some other bullshit that I couldn't care less about.
Streaming was my life. My passion. And I made money from it. I wasn’t some clueless kid with a web
