That counselor is on my mind….I noticed that in high school the counselors aren’t for talking to anymore. They’re for figuring shit out and trying to get transcripts set straight and waiting for scholarships. If you want to talk, it’s time to get a shrink. If you can’t handle what you’re doing by now time to see a professional. I wonder what were to happen if we didn’t make people pay so much money to get into school. I bet more people would go. I bet more people would be ABLE to go. I’m worried about going because I’m not exactly rich. And asking my dad seems to be a rude idea considering my dad has debt up to his neckline. I wonder why he isn’t stressed out to the max. He’s got so much shit to worry about. I guess he doesn’t worry about it for long though. He’s more the kind of guy to take it head on and get it done. He’s a hard worker….hope I turn out like him….

Never been here before. I like to think I can handle this kind of website without losing the password somewhere in the depths of the cavernous void I like to call my mind. I don’t what to do now. So talk to me and tell me how this works.

Britt-