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[free_of_life]

It's funny. I was nervous all day becuase I was going for my license. Then my mom called and said my dad couldn' take me since he had a meeting and that she was gonna take me. I had to use her car, which I've never parallel parked in. I failed miserably. Like, I pulled back, was horrendously far from the curb and began to realize that I was actually going to fail despite everyone telling me to the contray. I would have been better off in my dad's car, but shit happens. Still, I was so upset. I snapped at my mom after she said "It'll be easier next time". Telling me that right after I fail doesn't mean much to me. When something bad happens, I hate when people try to chear me up. I hate when people are mean to me. I rather people just leave me alone or if you're gonna be with me, not really say much, then do either, because all I really want to do is break down and cry. I'll talk to you once I've dealt with it.

I also have the project from hell to deal with. One week to do practically everything. I don't know how I'm gonna do it.

It was stilla fucking great day though.