Sep 16, 2003 15:01
Stacey,
I need to make some decisions regarding the rest of my life. Weather or not you are supportive of those decisions does not concern me in the least bit. I am almost an adult and fully capable of making decisions based on what I feel is right for me or for the rest of my life and I can't be held back from them. I understand that you're upset that I want to leave San Clemente, and go make my life better. I know you're upset about me dropping Marching Band and about me being around less. I'm sorry for that. I am. But listen, the more upset you get about me leaving, the more upset I'm going to be about leaving. I need the freedom to learn more photography this semester because I need to get into a good college. You are going to see less and less of me regardless of where I go or what I do.
Look, if I go to OCHSA, I'm going to be able to get the weekends off of work. All week long I'll be up at OCHSA working and going to school, and on the weekends, I'll be down here relaxing. We can have sleepovers and be 14 and giggle like we always do. But right now, I need to grow up and be 17. You will still see me. Even if I'm going to school up in Santa Ana, I will still make time to see you. I just need you to stop being selfish and wanting me to stay here. I can't stay here, Stacey.
You're still my best friend. I've been known to call you my best friend on most occasions. Your duty to be my best friend is to be supportive of me and act like you're happy for me. I'm not happy. And I don't really want to go back to OCHSA in a way, but I know it's best.
Please don't be mad at me. I can't take that.
I love you and your 14 year old mind.
Eryn