It's Not Really My Life At All

On weekdays, college. On weekends, my mother's place. I spend the evenings online, and do my business during day after college. But I hate my life.

I have to study hard and become a productive member of society because it is expected of me. I was depressed and in psychoterapy over a year ago, and this is part of recovery. If I give up, I go back to therapy, lose some priviledges I gained by returning back to the "normal society". Then mother will be disappointed.

If I only could do what I really wanted: manage a household, craft small things I like, walk my mother's dogs and play with them every day, watch my favorite shows with my brother, play Carcassonne with mother and her boyfriend, help my baby sister with her homework and talk with her about anything.
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Dec 2, 2012