My mom called this morning to check in on my brother and myself as she always does. Apparently the son of one of the ladies she works with hung himself last night while everyone was home. From a tree in the front yard. From this topic she immediately(sp?) jumps to the topic of TOOMA and myself. yay.

"Don't let him make you give up your dreams."

"Don't get too attached."

"You're attached to the boy he is now...you'll be stuck with the man he becomes."

"You're not assertive with him as you are with everyone else. Don't let him swollow you whole."

sigh. I adorelove this boy and do not want to give him up. I'm so frustrated. so frustrated. It seems like all my parents want to do lately is to upset me. Although, they haven't actually talked to me in a great, long while. hm. I wish things were how they were my Junior year. I feel as though I'm headed for a crash landing. In a place that is entirely where I don't want to be. I'm distrought about college and everything. I have no drive. No ambition. I... I'm going to end up a failure. I know it. And I don't want to talk about this anymore. 















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