My mom's been really down lately. I'd like to say that I don't know why, because sometimes not-knowing is more comforting than knowing and also knowing there's nothing you can do. It's the helplessnes of knowing that really bothers me. I was house-sitting up until today and therefor hardly (if ever) home, and when I came home today, my mom sat down with me on my bed and told me she missed me. Neither one of us know what she's going to do when I go away to college. It's just...I'm a glint of happiness in her life, as conceited as that sounds. My friends are her friends; their parents are her friends--I talk to her and keep her entertained and unless I'm in a bitchy mood, I manage not to piss her off unlike someone else in this household. When I talked to her on the phone yesterday she sounded incredibly depressed. But since I've been home today she's seemed okay and even sat down with Kris and I to watch part of a hilarious movie. I just wish she'd find true happiness in her life. I thought things would get better with her new job, but while things in the workplace are good, things at the homefront haven't much improved. I guess I can only raise my glass to the new year and hope the road will level out soon; mom's tired of trecking over hills and climbing mountains. She's come to the ridiculous conclusion that she's 'old'. I've known forever that my mom would never get 'old', but be the hot grandma driving a convertable sports car with blonde hair and red lipstick forever. Anyways, that's all I can really report now. Break is over and school starts again tomorrow, so I've got to plunge back into daily life and prepare myself for the morning. All I can end this with is a desperite question of 'where does the time go?' .Your Former Self.