Sorry — this post is extremely rant-y and personal. 

Anyone who's ever talked to me knows that my mother and I don't exactly get along. She doesn't really take into account my feelings, and usually it's not that bad, but.

I have something that is similar to this. It's a bit broader and a lot more extreme. I've been working really hard to get better and not be so on edge about it all the time — I spent so much time worrying about these things that I could have that I was making myself sick.

Now, my mother is fully aware of this and was in the room when the doctor was discussing it with me. She usually laughs about it or accuses me of making it up for attention.

Today, I got into the car after school. The first thing she said to me was, "So, I did some research today."

I responded with 'okay'. I didn't ask what she'd researched. She told me anyway.

She proceeded to tell me a number of different illnesses/diseases/medical problems (cancer, diabetes, et cetera) and said she'd cross-checked our family history and proceeded to tell me my chances of getting them.

It didn't take me long for me to start freaking out. Before we got home, I was crying, had my hands covering my ears, and I was begging her to stop. Her response was to speak louder.

Last week, I started a calendar, counting down how many days until I turn eighteen. There are too many.

Telling you that doesn't serve much purpose, but it does explain why I'm still shaking, almost six hours later. ;_;

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Other than that, my life is still sucky. I have about twenty things due, due dates falling between tomorrow and Sunday.

But guess what? I can't get my goddammned ass off Tumblr and all I want to do is write Jem!fic. ;_;

And I need to get a title for Jem!fic.

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Sorry about this. :3.

. . . Mandatory post.

My friend is trying to teach me HTML. It's not exactly working well. ;_;

I AM DOING STUFF ~IN REAL LIFE AND IT MAKES ME HAPPY. :3

. . . except friends are graduating soon which saddens me muchly. D:

(muchly isn't a word but i think it should be.)

But I am writing Jem!fic and it makes me happy~!

I said I was going to do this every day.

TROLOLOLOLOLOLOL.

I am so bad at committing to things. . .

In my defense, just tomorrow, I have due: a four page paper on SOPA/PIPA, a discussion board and questions on a creepyass Faulkner story, a debate about culture and life, and LLKGSDJGLKDSJGLKSDG SOMEONE SAVE ME.

All I want to do is finish watching Friends With Benefits and work on Jem!fic, but Jem!fic is on a different computer. ;~;

WHY DO I SUCK SO MUCH. D:

So, I heard this song called 'Forever Yours' by Alex Day. You've probably heard of it; apparently I'm late to the party. D:

I'm trying to figure out why I like this song so much-- it's literally been playing in my head all day. 

It's a weak start; his voice annoys me and the beat isn't the best, not to mention the lyrics in the first verse, etc.

. . . and then it hits the chorus, and wow, I'm in love.

The chorus is absolute love. And then it starts to better, and then I'm just like, "SO ALEX CAN I MARRY YOU?"

But no, because he's British and too cool for me. D:

But just. . . go listen to it (again).

So. . . mandatory post? 

I'm watching John Green break up with this girlfriend (kind of).

Because watching year-old videos of YouTube is a hobby of mine. X3

*dances*

And John Green is teaching me how to go to college, now.

Originally posted by dynamicsymmetry at Congress wants to take away your internet.

It's weird, writing this when I know that no one is going to read it. XD

I've told myself that I'm going to post at least once every day. I sincerely doubt that that's going to happen, but I might as well try. :D

Most post subjects will be song titles, and I love you if you know them.

So, yeah, I'm here for fic.

It's also 3:40 am, so I'm a bit out of it. ;_;