When I Grow Up

Sometimes I feel like no matter what I do, it will never be good enough. It's as if though I try with all that's in me, in the end, i will come up short. You know that saying that's like "you can please some of the people all the time and you can please all of the people sometimes, but you can't please all of the people all the time."? Well that's basically how I feel. No matter what happens, someone out there will always be waiting for my flaws to appear.

Anyways, I promised myseld that I would write to you more often, but life's been extremely hectic. Between soccer, facebook, my boyfriend, and school I have less than no time for you. We've been having back to back games, and I'm always so tired when I get home that all I have time to do is stuff that requires no thinking at all. You, my precious blog, require thought.

So my mother is here in Baltimore. She's vistiting for a bit over a week. She came last thursday; she'll be gone on sunday. There's something about my mum that simply makes me tic. It's in the way she walks, the sound of her voice, the way she pics at almost every little thing that I do. She absolutely refuses to let me be. She lectures. Stiffles. Once in the house, she seems to be omni-present. I literally cannot breathe when she gets too close to me. It's extremely stressful.