i am so totally depressed. now that finals are over, i have to go home to my parents in chicago for the entire summer. my mom got me a job as a mail clerk in her law office so i could “get a taste of reality.”

i’ve had nothing but baseball-sized boluses of reality ever since i was a child. my father barely acknowledges my existence or my mother’s because he’s always working and on the road. my mom works like 100 hours per week for her law firm and bills 250 hours per week, which i totally don’t understand. how can you bill for more hours than you actually worked? and she’s the one who says i have a tenuous grip on reality.

at least jared will be there. he’s been my best friend since 9th grade, when i ratted out the football players who pantsed him. he really understands me, and is so supportive of my poetry and my dreams. it’s amazing he doesn’t have a girlfriend. i used to think he was gay, but he’s never shown any interest in the guys i try and set him up with. he says he doesn’t need anybody but me, which is so incredibly sweet. he’s a true friend.

if i’m lucky, we’ll get to hang out every day over the summer. the thought of spending all my time either at home or mom’s office totally sucks.