May 01, 2006 21:02
Let me get this off my chest.
I do NOT want to be here. I did not want to come to Virginia Tech in the first place. It was somewhere around the bottom at the list of colleges I actually was considering. But I'm here, trying to figure things out, and I've finally figured them out. So I call mom and dad, tell them how I feel and what I want and how I would go about it, and dad goes on to tell me it's the biggest mistake of my life. That it'd be a shame. But he'd support me, but it'd be a shame. That I shouldn't do it, that I'd be on my own if I did. That my decision was stupid and I would end up regretting it and not succeding in what I wanted... yet he said he'd support. Sure, like the support I've gotten from them in everything else. It's pretty much non-existent. I don't know what my parents' definition of support is, but it definitely clashes with mine. I was crying when I hung up the phone, and I really don't know what I'm doing now. After I had made my choice I felt so happy. I really don't like being here, I feel smothered with stress and anxiety about this future that I don't want. I felt free today and now I'm back to where I was.