Currently, life is extremely haphazard.
These past few days have truly been bittersweet; I felt pure happiness and contentment during my eighteenth birthday celebrations, yet had to constantly swallow the acid and bile that came from biting my tongue every time I discovered someone else had been accepted to college.
I'm eighteen years old, and it feels good. Yet at the same time, my chest is strained, and I feel like I can't fully breathe. I'm always holding a breath in, and that's because of my fear for the future.
I've been stupid these past years. I've been the epitome of lazy, and I feel like my brain cells are becoming too comfortable in their easy-going state of mind. Senior year has been all about having the most fun I've ever had in high school- but simultaneously, it's about living up to the consequences of my mistakes.
I want to cry. No, I want to go hide under a big, shiny black rock. I want to stay underneath the rock, reside in the shade, and roll myself in the sand. I want to stay there for a few days, weeks, or months, individualize myself in a cocoon of safety, and only leave once someone has made the decisions for me.
I miss Vancouver. It hurts, and I really truly could cry from my anguish about it. I know my family there loves me, but I also know that they will never love me as much as I love them. They will never appreciate my admiration, or understand my adoration for them. And I've accepted that that's okay; I mean, if I were in there shoes, I would probably be blind like them too. I would be more engrossed in the people living with me than those that live far away.
These past two days have been extremely painful. It's only been forty-eight hours, but it feels like I've endured this torture for much longer than that. I walk around the school in momentary happiness- I dread certain classes because of their uselessness, and I constantly kick myself for my awkward mishaps. In the back of my mind, I'm always thinking about Vancouver, or simply home in general. I think about how my cousins are all doing their own things, how my uncle and aunt are traveling the world, and how I'm stuck here, plastered in acne and gaining weight by the week. I count the hours, minutes, seconds until the bell rings for me to go home.
But home isn't much better. Sure, I would rather be at home than at school, but it's still a painful experience. Sometimes the pain is actually worse, since I'm more distracted at school. At home, I have the blessing and curse of being one with my thoughts. So when I'm home, I usually miss Vancouver even more.
I hope that this torment will end soon. I hope that I can manage to disconnect myself from Vancouver, because it's killing me too much. It hurts too much. It means too much.
More than anything however, I hope so badly that I can get my act together. So many of my friends are getting accepted to universities, and I haven't even finished my applications yet. And even if I do per chance get into a university, I probably won't even go because it's way too expensive for my parents. And so I'll probably go to community college, which will absolutely kill me.
Life seems like a Catch-22 right now. I need my family, because they keep me going. I would literally be a completely different person without them. Yet their presence is hurting me so much. I'm so insanely jealous of my family in Vancouver. And I love my parents and little brother to death.
I'm just so confused. And I wish I could find the answer. I would I could get some that will actually really help.
Adieu,
-Aly