I can’t even say “I love you” to my parents.
Just the thought of it gives me anxiety.
I wonder what that says about me.
I can’t even say “I love you” to my parents.
Just the thought of it gives me anxiety.
I wonder what that says about me.
Fuck you, Dad. You don’t know shit.
I need to show emotion.
I need to cry.
Because if I don’t I’m afraid I’ll turn into the heartless bitch I know is inside me.
It’s so hard to be excited for college when all I think about is money. I keep thinking about how I could have chosen the cheaper college and how everything would be so much easier. I want to reach my dream and go to my dream college, but it’s difficult when all I see is dollar signs. Will I even be able to make it? Am I as capable as I think I am? What if I’m just kidding myself? What if I’m not good enough? I’m trying to be frugal, but how can I when everything is just so damn expensive?
I just don’t want to feel like such a burden on my family.
And seeing yourself, still waiting.
I lose faith in humanity.
I regain faith in humanity.
Is it safe to say that the world will just stay the same, then?
No drama.
No you.
No me.
I want to have something vent about, talk about.
I’m waiting.
But I feel nothing.
There’s a saying that you either love or hate your roommate. I don’t know how true this is, but I’m about to find out.
How am I supposed to go about this?
Are we supposed to do everything together?
Or do we give each other our own space?
Tan Asian girl from New Jersey without a boyfriend meet Caucasian girl from California with a boyfriend. From our backgrounds we seem so different already. Is this even going to work out?
I guess I’m getting anxious about college. Can I even handle it? Just the thought of the upcoming year is giving me anxiety. I mean, I know I will be able to handle it, as long as I keep my focus, but you just don’t know, you know? There’s just no way to see the future. Everything is still a mystery. High school was one thing, but will I be able to accomplish everything I’m aiming for? Am I as intelligent as I think I am? Or am I just some mediocre student who happened to do well in high school because of chance?
So really, this whole anxiety thing has nothing to do with my roommate. I’m just worrying about my capabilities. And I’m just rambling on, and this post has no organization. It’s just thoughts and words coming out from my fingers and onto the screen.
Disorganized.
What am I going to do with myself?
I felt the giddiness rush into my system.
But I need to remind myself:
You were never mine to begin with.