Sometimes I feel like I live in an insane asylum. My mom is pretty unstable still. She cries at the drop of a hat. I hate seeing her cry so naturally I do all I can do to avoid that. This means normally trying to reason with my father. That is not easy. He can be really difficult to talk to and its imposable to change his mind. He does a great job of pushing everyone away mentally and physically. Then you throw my brother in the mix when he decides to stop by and they really get going about politics or his job opportunities because he is set to graduate in the spring. I miss it when there were five of us sitting around the dinner table. I miss someone screaming "stata zit" when we get out of control. I miss having someone to hug and turn to when the others are unbelievably insane. I basically miss her.
I am going to go back to school early for no other reason then to leave here. I told this to a friend who knows me pretty well and he said "go, but there you will be alone, and lonesome." He's right. I really cant win can I?
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Things were different
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Hey Stef. Families are more than the sum of the individuals. They are their own living thing. It takes time for each person and the family itself to adjust to change.
You're making the right choice and you're going to be fine.
When you go you will take your best friend with you, and at the same time you take your most severe critic: YOU.
BTW, listen to Terry, especially the last line!!
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