08-15-2005 - 8:25 a.m.
Well I'm officially on the verge of a major nervous breakdown.
I can't stand my friends. I can't stand my parents. I can't stand the fact that I make decent money but in the grand scheme of society I'm dirt poor. I can't stand the fact that I'm being pressured to work a second job during the school year. And I can't stand the fact that I'm being pressured to stay at home. I feel like a dog on a leash constantly being yanked back everytime I start to run.
In the meantime one of my nearest and dearest friends is being a complete asswipe. All he can talk about is his new over $400,000 home (yes, the price tag is always mentioned) and his new investment condo. And all the vacations he went on this summer. And how he only works a couple hours a day and then goes surfing. And everytime I try to tell him something that's going on with me, he just cuts me off. I called him on Friday- no call back. Then I called him yesterday. He called me like 10 minutes later, and I thought it was to return my call. Turns out that he didn't even realize I'd called him just minutes earlier and was actually calling to see if I could help his wife get this job at my Dad's school. That's a fucking wonderful friend- they call when they need something.
I'm 24 years old. This should really be the prime of my life- going out, having fun, meeting new people. But instead I'm an emotional wreck who cries at the drop of a hat and a social recluse who keeps her cell phone turned off just to avoid talking to people. I feel like I've become a completely different person, and I'm not sure how to get my old life back.
Talk about a quarter life crisis...
