Life went from really fun and exciting to frustrating and stressful. I went to see my brother today at school, and all he could talk about was how homesick he was. On one hand I really miss him too and I wish he would come home, but on the other I’m jealous that he gets to be away, and having fun though his job is really stressful. But, mostly I just want him to come home, so I have a reason to come home again. I cut my hours by a lot so I could enjoy my summer. My mother has been a bitch about ever since. God forbid I not want to work myself to death. I never ask them for anything so I don’t see why it should matter. I hate that they can’t even feel an iota of happiness for me when I’m finally doing what I want. I’m really happy that I cut all of my week night hours at sushi yamas, given that a certain person has taken to visiting my work. He came in last week for takeout with his whole family, and last night to eat in with a few of his friends. I don’t know what he wants or what he is trying to prove. If he won’t tell me what is going on, then I just want him to go away. I was so much happier when Josh just ignored me, because at least then I knew where I stood.