I always have to constantly remind myself that at this point in my life, I couldn’t possibly ask for anything more. Except I still do. It sucks when you can never beI satisfied with what you have. There has to be something more that you want in life and nothing can seem to fill the void.

It’s happening all over again. Just when I thought I had complete control over my life, they take it away from me, naturally. Not that this will stop me from going on as I please. It just makes it really difficult for me to be the good daughter that they’ve always hoped for. I’m a teenager once again, pretending that I’m okay when really, I’m not even close. Story of my life.

I hate confrontation. I hate drama. And I associate these two words with the term, communication, which I also hate because I suck at it. Like really. Which is why I think I can never make a relationship last longer than, I don’t know, the shelf-life of a loaf of bread. My sister said, “It’s not the end of the road, it’s just a bump in the road.” I told her it seems very petty. But if it is, then why is it bothering me that much? Maybe it’s because it stems from something way deeper than petty. Trust. This is exactly why I put up a wall every time. The wall just keeps getting higher and higher each time. I really don’t want to cry this time. It’s just not worth it.