Dear Life,

Could you not?

I’m not trying to say I don't want to live— that is absolutely not what I want— but it would be really nice if you could just put all your little events on hold so that I can enjoy this week with my sister.

Yes, yes, I know; they aren't exactly “little” events. I need to go to that doctor’s appointment so I will actually be allowed to attend college, I need to finish finals so that I am actually allowed to graduate, I need to actually attend graduation blah, blah, blah. I get that, but what you need to understand is that I also need to spend time with the sister I haven't seen in nine months, the mother I’ll be leaving behind for the whole summer and then again when I head to college, and the friends I may never see again after we graduate.

Now, maybe you will scold me for “not seeing the bigger picture,” but with all of this running around, trying to balance “work” with “play,” and my priorities with yours, there’s not a whole lot of time for sleep, eating, and general hygiene. I could die. How’s that for “bigger picture”? (Yeah, I thought you raised me better, too).

Seriously, though, it's not that I'm sad about leaving my friends, and tearfully begging you to let me stay young and attached to my parents at the wallet forever-- I know perfectly well I have to leave my friends, and even though it will be hard, I'm prepared to do so-- this is about the stress of having to deal with every emotion I have and every person I know in the space of about seven days. It's just not natural, and it isn't fair for you to ask this of me.

But anyway, looking at the time it has already taken just to address these issues, I've realized that if I keep complaining, it's only going to hurt us. I suppose there’s really nothing that either of us can do about this. I need to do the things you tell me to for our future, and you need to let me do the things I want so we can enjoy the present (and hopefully we won’t regret all this once it’s in the past)….

I guess what I’m saying here is that this whole conversation is just a colossal waste of time.

Life, You do your thing, I’ll do mine, and let’s worry about all of it as little as possible. All this stuff needs to get done, and I don't want to worry about it getting in the way of my time with my sister. The less time I waste thinking about you, the more time I’ll have to enjoy living.

I’m glad we had this little chat,

You Know Who

P.S. No, I don’t mean Voldemort, but seeing as you’re my life, of course, you’d say that.

P.P.S. This does not mean I’m OK with the whole “finals” thing.

OK, OK... Bye.