ok…..in visitng from college…..*sighs* death would be easier I think . I dunno…It’s like I spent the whole week thinking “Goddess, these are my soul mates….theatre is where I’m supposed to be” and I was HAPPY…yeah, you heard me..HAPPY.

 That is…until everyone started calling me and making me feel guilty for having a good time. When Aaron first left for college there were days and sometimes weeks when all the convos went “hey….blah blah blah…..sleep well” if we talked at all. And when my parents road a Harley to fucking Oregon and I didnt hear from them for 4 or 5 days one time? And then when I’m in a controlled environment and dont call in the course of a day people get pissed.

And my mom keeps saying stuff like “I go into your room and lay on the bed and cry” and I keep thinking “Where are my sharps?”…….woulda thought the urge to cut lessened when I left….but all it takes is a phone call and I look at my shaving razor with that gleam in my eye. NOTHING MAKES ME WANNA CUT MORE THAN FAMILY.

other than that crap I do love college

Love, Kas