For Once In My Life

I'm going to Parsons next year. I should really be more excited than I am right now, but I lost someone. By his choice, not by anything bad. He just...can't see me anymore. Nor I him.

I saw my grandparents over Easter. They're paying for a large percentage of the tuition, so they feel like they can really ride me for this. Not gonna lie, they can. They said that they wouldn't give me a DIME until they saw my first semester grades, which means I really have to work my ass off while I'm there. I'm scared though. I'm scared that I just won't be able to keep up. I'm finally going somewhere where effort, although appreciated, really takes a backseat to quality. And results. And while I can generally produce both, producing them together, under stress, is going to be damn hard. Not that I'm too scared to try, but I am scared.

I miss Hugh.

Today is Day of Silence. I feel wrong typing this...I feel wrong in general.