I hate it.
Tonight, after a long, drawn-out argument with my mom, the tears brimmed over and an end seemed out of sight.
I just couldn't get them to stop.
I couldn't hold up my wall, or my frustration, or my silent treatment, so I let my walls crash down.
I put my head on my kitchen table and cried.
My mommy started to rub my leg, as I rambled on about how everything I know is changing and I have no idea where I want to be in one year or five.
What the heck am I supposed to do with my life?
Where is the perfect college?
What if I do nothing?
Will anyone ever love me like I want to be loved?
Hoping to stop the rambling and tears, my mom told me the story of how she became a nurse.
She originally wanted to be an accountant. Then she saw a commercial one day and changed her mind. I was just a baby.
Then, something weird happened.
My step-dad told me it would all be okay.
I could and probably will change my mind many times and this world has so much to offer me that it'll be okay.
His reassurance helped, and i could see the light at the end of the tunnel and the feeling of hopelessness passing.
It's nice being loved and having people that believe in you.
Accomplished, Beautiful, Achieving.
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