things go up, things come back down. momentum can be a friend, or a bitch.

i saw my dad last night. he had burn spots all over his face. he told me that he had just been to a dermatologist three hours away, who burned off a bunch of spots that could be potentially harmful. he has a spot on his forehead that might be cancerous. he can barely afford the actual surgery.

it sucks to be poor. despite how much i want to be independent, it's hard to hear of, and see, people depending on their parents' money so much. even if my mom had enough to support me more than she already does, it would be hard for me to ask.

because of this, i may not be able to come to school next year.

i don't care how sunny it is outside. my throat hurts, no matter how much water i drink, and i'm too poor to afford coming to the one place where i feel comfortable getting my eduction.

it seems all my latest posts have to do with me complaining about something. but i am just about ready to throw in the towel and resign myself to a life as a college drop-out, just to make ends meet.

life kind of sucks at the moment.