Finished my book.
Wanted to go to sleep early.
Crying instead.
Fought with my mother.
Terrible thing is we're both on the same side more or less.
I need to throw up but I can't.
I'm beginning to think I'm the only one who can see the problem.
Which makes me think there might not actually be a problem.

I have to choose next years classes. I don't know why but it will cause me to cry myself to sleep tonight, and probably not eat much tomorrow. I'll have to go see the counsellors a minimum of three times at least to get all of the crap sorted out, only to be miserable.

I fight with my mother because she's lost and I feel like I'm dragging her along. and I fight with her because it's easy,

I wish my life were more than this.