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emotions comeback intervention time


Friday, April 9, 2010 !@#$% 5:01 AM
Dont you just hate..

My parents are always afraid. Afraid I’ll screw up. Afraid I’ll get in with the wrong group. Afraid I’ll make the wrong decisions. Afraid I’ll make the same mistakes as they did. Afraid that I’ll fail them. Afraid they’ll fail me. And because they’re so afraid they push me, push me to work hard in school. To be a lawyer or a freaking doctor or something. Nothing but the best, nothing less than the top. And that just makes me even more afraid, so afraid, and I honestly don’t even know why. Maybe because I look in their eyes and see that they don’t really believe that anyone can be happy. Not after everything that’s happened. Not after all we’ve been through. And if they don’t believe it, then how can I?


(To Infinity, & Beyond. )