By the way, this paragraph right here, is dedicated to the people who take the time to care about what I do, and what I have to say, and what I feel. Thank you. At least I get some kind of support from the internet.
I broke down randomly last night, while I was on the phone with James(my boyfriend). I'm so stressed, I can't even imagine the pile of make up work I have to do in six weeks. I'm failing almost everything, or about to fail. I just don't have time for my school work anymore. My parents work me to the bone, cleaning and babysitting, every night, and they expect me to stay up til 12 AM on a school night to do my homework, after I put the little ones to bed.
I feel so overwhelmed, so I write. And I come up with new stories. And it helps ease my frustration. Writing has opened up a completely new door for me. I'm so happy I started writing again.
I'm also in the middle of writing a long, love-filled letter to someone who shouldn't be in trouble, but is. I just can't seem to find the words to tell them how much we miss them, and love them. Its so hard.
My life is turbulent. I will keep writing. Even if it kills me.
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