Sorry

I'm sorry. I used you to vent and I made things out to be as bad as they really are, when I should have just kept them to myself and dealt with them. This morning started out really good. Well, there was only one good thing - I got out of my last class early and my paper's due date was pushed back half a week. The day started out with a shower that was either freezing cold or scalding hot, and without any sort of water pressure at all. Then I met my Dad and we went home. And I got to play therapist again (which I truly do not mind - I only mind the fact that there is a need for anyone to fill that role - that angers the hell out of me). And then I discussed the organic chemistry department at State for almost an hour, comparing the different professors based on the people I tutor's experience with lecture, homework, and exams. I have found out that my Dad is just blown away by what he perceives to be my knowledge and reasoning capacity, and that he really thinks I could do anything and that I will make a huge impact on the world someday. That is a whole lot, coming from my Dad, and I just wonder where he got that idea. I just want a small, quiet life, where I can live in my colorful and cozy home and count my millions as I watch movies and read books and cook chocolate souffles (which aren't as hard to make as you might suppose) and make up fairy tales to tell my children when I tuck them in at night. So, anyway, back to my original thread, I'm sorry. I was depressed last night, I'm depressed now, but that doesn't mean I get to waste your time talking about it.