Overwhelmed.

You know, sometimes, my parents think I have no friend. Or rather, I do not open up to people, and I tend to keep things to myself.

My mom said once that I have no friends, because I am always at home.

Sometimes, I think she's right. Other times, I just brush aside her comment. Parents dont know me.

Last semester and this semester is pretty taxing on me.

I have a first time for everything that goes wrong.

First time getting an overdraft.

First time getting charged on my credit card for something I didnt buy.

First time juggling school work and troubled relationship.

First time trying to find a job and going for interviews, which I havent done yet.

First time I would have to drive a car, which I havent dont yet.

First time I have to move elsewhere that I have no clue.

First time I have to face so much decisions.

First time is overwhelming.

I feel like breaking down, until I remember my father's calm face, his rational behaviour, his apparent sadness in bad times, his support, his care, his love, and then I remember that my life is not so overwhelming.