I'm working 14 hours a day, not including 2.5 hours of commuting time per day. I'm home from college, for the summer. And I am falling in love with a guy from school but I can't tell if he feels the same. I feel as if given the chance, he could be my best friend. And there's little chance I could ever bump into him again. Ok, there's a chance I could. But a very, very, very slim one.

And this summer, I'm feeling burned out. I have no time to relax, no time to stop and breathe, I was so tired yesterday I wound up sleeping most of it and with a nosebleed on top of it all. I feel like I'm literally dying from exhaustion. My dad agreed I needed a break from this. But my mom doesn't care. She thinks I'm faking it. Sometimes, its almost like her mission in life is to tell me what a brat I am and how I never had to suffer like she did, she's positively psychotic sometimes. I just wish she could see things from my point of view. Today, I took a day off to recover and my mom's mad I did, because she thinks I'm (and I quote her) "being lazy."

So. to sum up, its summer, I'm dying from exhaustion, and the one guy I ever considered going out with--I might never see again/ever tell him how I feel. ugh.