Frustration

But I control.

Well, honestly, not much sentient control, as in, I don't have to employ conscious willpower to stop myself from screaming at my parents or break something or cry.

Maybe one day I'd look back on all this & laugh at myself for being such a silly little eighteen-year-old emo.

Or maybe instead, I'd wonder & hurt, all over again, for the decisions my parents make for me.

Whatever it's going to be, I just can't argue or fight with my parents now over it. I need the emotional stability (more or less stable, at least) to be able to focus on my studies & get my four flat.

& get the hell out of here.

Signed, Carmelia.


Feeling, annoyed.
Thinking, whatever.