Fight

I came in at10 from a Chinese night at my friends, and now it is one o clock, and have recovered from a shouting match thatturned into a massive cry on my mum as my dad hastily retreated from female shows of emotion.

It apparently is all my fault. Everything. 

So I broke down, because ok it may be my fault but it's only be ause I'm concerned with so many other things, like reading EVERYTHING and writing poems and writing my personal statement. But if I don't come down and show them the work, it's like I've not even done it.

My dad and I are like opposites. He plans everything to the nearest detail whereas I just kind of go for it and work it out as I go along. Both ways get you to the same destination I the end. My way may be slower but I find some cool things on the detour.

Ok I'll admit it. I'm young and stupid and scared and everytime I try to look at university websites the stats and links start to dance and I shut it before the weigh of my future smothers me. My brain just switches off as I go into panic mode and fight or flight kicks in. Too often it has been flight recently...

I'm trying to change that.