
Another reason to love New York
besides its total swag and outstanding Broadway performances.

I just don’t know what to do. I’m sitting here in front of the computer, not willing to stand up nor move, because I am stalling. Stalling, yes because, as what I’ve just said, I don’t know what to do.
I know I should toughen up and face this thing but I just can’t. I’m too premature for this. People may think that I have the guts to do it, but don’t they know how feeble I am inside. Well, how could they?
I’m so tired of people telling me that “everything’s gonna be okay” or “you’ll pull through it”. Not one of them is telling me “I know it’s hard, I know this is hitting you where it hurts, what can I do to help?” Where are my friends? Where are “my people”?
My parents don’t have the slightest idea of what’s happening right now. I haven’t decided on how I’m supposed to tell them this. I do know for sure that they will be gravely disappointed - knowing that simply crushes me.
Basically, I’m stuck because I’m weak. And I just don’t know what to do.