Life going-ons
So yeah I broke down last wednesday and cut myself. So needless to say I went home. I went to the doctor and he put me on Prozac. Fun fun. I came back to school on Sunday and now I'm packing so that I can leave tomorrow for Thanksgiving break. I'm pretty bummed that Joe couldn't come, but I think I'll be ok. So... yeah now I'm going to rant...mostly about my mom.
Listen, I don't want to go to fucking USC. Columbia is one of the shitiest cities ever. Plus, I honestly don't want to be that close to you and your crazy friends. I don't want to have people running around telling you where I'm going and what I'm doing when I'm in college. Most of all, I want to be on my own. I want a place of my own. I don't even have a fucking bed at your house. I don't have one at dad's either. I need somewhere to go and if I'm going to live in a dorm I might as well move the fuck out of this shithole. Plus, you just finished telling me and you were moving probably within a year. Why in the hell would I want to start my 8 years of college in a place where you're leaving in one year? That makes no sense mom. Oh and I realize that you think I'm fucking up my life by moving to Michigan to go to college. But you know what? You have no room to talk. Because I'm graduating highschool, which is one thing you didn't. Oh yeah, and I'm going to college and do something with my life, yet another thing you didn't. You think I'm dumb for moving up there because Joe is there but need I remind you that you stayed in California when you were 17 to be with my dad! You also are worried about me paying for college. Well first off, when I was accepted I got a schloarship for $12,900. That covers the cost between instate and out of state tuition. Secondly, I qualify for finacial aid. Hell, even if I do have to get a loan I'll be working a REAL fucking job and it won't phase me to pay it off. You're just fucking angry because I want to leave you. Well guess what? I turn 18 in 6 fucking days. I'm not your baby anymore and it's time you realize that i have to grow up too!
Listen, I don't want to go to fucking USC. Columbia is one of the shitiest cities ever. Plus, I honestly don't want to be that close to you and your crazy friends. I don't want to have people running around telling you where I'm going and what I'm doing when I'm in college. Most of all, I want to be on my own. I want a place of my own. I don't even have a fucking bed at your house. I don't have one at dad's either. I need somewhere to go and if I'm going to live in a dorm I might as well move the fuck out of this shithole. Plus, you just finished telling me and you were moving probably within a year. Why in the hell would I want to start my 8 years of college in a place where you're leaving in one year? That makes no sense mom. Oh and I realize that you think I'm fucking up my life by moving to Michigan to go to college. But you know what? You have no room to talk. Because I'm graduating highschool, which is one thing you didn't. Oh yeah, and I'm going to college and do something with my life, yet another thing you didn't. You think I'm dumb for moving up there because Joe is there but need I remind you that you stayed in California when you were 17 to be with my dad! You also are worried about me paying for college. Well first off, when I was accepted I got a schloarship for $12,900. That covers the cost between instate and out of state tuition. Secondly, I qualify for finacial aid. Hell, even if I do have to get a loan I'll be working a REAL fucking job and it won't phase me to pay it off. You're just fucking angry because I want to leave you. Well guess what? I turn 18 in 6 fucking days. I'm not your baby anymore and it's time you realize that i have to grow up too!