either i drop out of all my classes tomorrow to get my money back.

or i keep on trucking and explain to my professors that i was a suicidal mess for the better part of october.

dear fucking god, though, mom confiscating my laptop? that was fucking stupid. hi, mom, i am not an addict.

my best friends moved out of pr and that's how i keep in touch. no one really invites me anywhere because i don't drink.

and my supposed best friend natasha hasn't talked to me since ever.

don't fucking lecture me on how i NEED a best friend. i /have/ best friends.

and dad? lol, hi, thanks for telling me i'm out of control and that if i fail this semester you'll get me a job.

that's cool, though, the job part.

i have said over and over that i didn't want to study here, and whenever i brought it up it was ignored.

or met with a screaming match of GOSH GABRIELA WE DON'T HAVE ANY MONEY.

i said i wanted to take a gap year to get a job and you, mom, said that OH DEAR GOD NO YOU'LL END UP IN BURGER KING FOREVER.

fuck you. for once i want to do what /i/ want.

the only reason i haven't tore my hair out is because i'm in a happy high from yesterday.