You took honey from my roots.

The pressure

Here we go again. Sometimes I wish she didn't do this for a living.
Ealry mornings, dirty sweaters, unfinished tea and long days. I was sick of it already because even though I appreciated why she did it, I hated that she made me help everytime she was short staffed , which is every single event.

My mom is an event planner for as long as I can remember, she loves her job ! Me however , hates it because when she needs help she asks me and she makes as if I don't have a life. I don't but she doesn't know that. I'm a second year student at UCLA, studying psychology . I've wanted to become a therapist since forever and my mom works hard for be to achieve my goal. In the past she worked two jobs so I could be able to be in university and get me through schools , even though she didn't have to because of my scholarship but she works hard either way. I love my mom but sometimes I wish she didn't depend on me so much.

My dad's always on the road , he's almost never at home. My parents fight alot and as time past I got used to everything that goes bad in my life. My life hasn't been exactly easy and school didn't make it any better. When I started at university I hoped for alot of things to change. I hoped I'd be living on my own but instead I share an apartment with my friend Luna. Luna's great to live with but I just wished she didn't bring a new chick or dude around every Saturday.

Luna's bisexual but the kind that doesn't really know what they want and is forever trying to find out.
Me, I'm lesbian and I know what you're thinking; Luna and I never hooked up even though she tried to but I just wasn't down cause I mean we share an apartment and almost every class. She wanted to become a psychological life coach or something.