This is a strange feeling.
I've been studying my future and wanting my past. I'm planning whether I want to go be a model or go to college. I've been wandering the paths in my head, trying to discover what I did wrong.
Lately I've been feeling like a fool and a slave in my house. My mother, God love her, is getting on my nerves. I know it's me and I could fix it but it's annoying to the max when your morning greeting is, "I think I'm getting sick again, Will you go get me some envelopes?"
Of course I go, you won't hear a peep out of me about my concerns with her morbid outlook on life. I'm not going to explode, I'm just going to let it pas