i cant imagine what next year will be like. i want to be successful, but according to my overbearing mother who adds unfathomable amounts of bad stress to my life, i won’t be able to afford toilet paper if i don’t get my life together financially and academically. right now i have A’s in my classes and over 100 dollars in my savings account. i have money to put into that account in a jar in my room; getting to the bank has been difficult with class and work taking over my life. i agree that being more proactive in applying myself to the college transfer process would aid in my quest for success. i want to be on my own, but now she has me second guessing my ability to support myself, especially with such a risky career path as acting.

young and excited. lost and alone. free but misguided. have no place to call home.

i can’t imagine what next year will be like.