I feel defeated. I don't want to care anymore.
The lady I nanny for is moving in July to Washington D.C., my parents are worried that they're going to offer me to go with them, but I was thinking... it'd be nice to get away. What if there was something there for me? I wouldn't go, I'd break my Mom's heart. At least it's nice to know that I'd be missed.
I'm probably blowing things out of proportion, because I always do.
Well I've wasted an hour of moping around, time to do some Statistics.