i'm just so fucking mad right now, i feel like i could punch a wall. i don't know what's bothering me. maybe it's because the two year anniversary of my dad's death is coming up, and i'm still struggling to cope with his loss. maybe it's because i'm tired of everyone expecting me to be their everything. my sister shits on me now because i'm not "involved with the family" and that my niece is mad at me for not asking about her. i can't deal with all this pressure!

maybe i'm sick of busting my ass in school.

i'm sitting in my basement, and i'm flooded with past memories

i remember this time last year, i was at a crossroad in my life. miranda and i broke up, and i called isabel from my basement and had a fucking nervous breakdown on the phone with her for an hour. i remember texting bobby and telling him how badly i wanted to move out of connecticut, because i felt like there was nothing here for me.

iu always wondered how people knew exactly what they wanna do with their lives, or how they can be so independent.