I finally cried for the first time in college yesterday.
It wasn't over a boy either.
It was because it's so hard to see my brother and sister going through such difficult times in their lives, and I can't do anything to make it better. I want to see them happy again. I want to see their smiling faces. I miss them.
My days are stressful, but with people whom I care about mostly. I have learned to talk out issues, to start dealing with my roommate's passive-aggressiveness, and how I manage time for work and fun. Mostly I just try to do both at the same time.
I'm okay that I'm the nerd who always does her homework while we are watching movies.
My shoulder is acting up again, I can't type any more.
I'll write later.
