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Feb 01, 2008 00:46

It never seems to end. This whole unhappiness cycle with Bennington. I think that I realized what makes me hate it so much. My mom, never wanted me to go there in the first place. She hates it. Therefore, I, in turn, must put up with the constant insistance to change schools. I understand this hatred though. Let me tell you, Bennington did not deliver the goods in forms of money and they refuse to give us anymore. For that, I hate it. I hate it because my mom hates me for going there. I don't know what to do. I'm going to try to look for scholarships, but I cannot guarantee I can get them. I think maybe this would be the perfect time for me to pursue Kyunghee University in Korea or a University in Japan. Money is a big issue here. I don't know what to do.

My mom said I have no direction. She's right. I don't. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know what I truly want. My mom thinks I don't want to voice act. Maybe she's right. I'm not entirely sure if I'm happy with the way it turned out, I feel I could've done better and I feel I had alot more to show than I did. She thinks it's so easy just to hand over a disk. It's not. These people represent professionals. People who are big timers. Completely and utterly talented to the core. I am not this person. I don't know if I could ever be this person.

My mom yelled at me for participating in Sunshine University. She's mad its online. She doesn't see anything but the bad things in life. She seems to think I told her it was for a school project. I didn't say that. Just because we filmed at the school doesn't it was for school. Jeez. She doesn't see or hear anything past what she wants to see or hear. She told me people will find me and stalk me now that its online. It's a damn teaser or gods sake! She doesn't know that the internet is how people can be discovered. The internet is a powerful tool for aspiring artists. Especially for Wayne, who has the dream of being a film maker. I LOVED working with him and doing an on camera work. I didn't think I would like it as much as I did. But I felt so at home with them.

I don't know what to do anymore. I can't please anyone. Not even myself. I want to cry and scream, but I can't. I don't know where the hell I'm going or what I'm doing. What is this all for? I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I wish I were someone else... why can't I be someone else.
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