I haven't blogged in so long. But as I sit here in AP Psych, there's nothing that I can think to talk about. Should it be all of the ridiculously unnecessary stress I've been feeling for the past week? No, that's subject to too much pain & resentment towards my family. Hmm, what about my anxiety to him meeting my mother? Nope, that will just worry me about the situation. I'm sure he'll do perfectly, and she'll adore him like I do. Or at least I hope. Instead, I can't stop thinking about where I'll be a month from now. By then, I'll have received acceptance or denial from UCLA and UC Berkeley. By then, I'll have to figure out what I'm planning on doing for the rest of my high school career--who I'll hang out with, how I'll spend my time, whether or not I plan to do any more homework. By then, I'll have to know if I still want to be with him. I think I will. But these hopes and wishes might be a little premature.
On a different note, three months and two days until I'm an adult and capable of making my own decisions without answering to anybody else. Bring it on.
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