Hi. My name is Jessica Smith and I am 17 years old. Lately, the only thing that's been going on in my life is preparing

for collage. It's summer break and it's safe to say that I have spent about 80% of my summer in Target, Ikea, Home

Depot, and those kinds of stores. I mean, I am not complaining, I've got some pretty cool stuff for my dorm room. I got a beanbag chair, some fairy lights, new bedsheets, a blue fluffy rug, a blue comforter, some cute posters, and some new plushies. Oh yeah, I also got a new phone and phone case. So I guess you can say I'm very well prepared, but my mom seems to think otherwise. She keeps coming up with more things I might need. She even took me out to buy a jar of peanut butter. I tried to tell her that I am going to be fed, but she didn't believe me. Mom is obviously very worried about me, but I am glad to finally leave this house. It's been kinda crazy since my dad died. You see, I am an only child, and Mom is having a very hard time accepting that I am almost a legal adult and I can take care of myself.  She doesn't want me to get hurt because I am all she has, but she has a very bad way of showing that care. 

I have another secret from her. I am lesbian. Not a big deal at all, but in her frenzy to make sure I am alive, Mom hasn't been the best listener, and she probably wouldn't react very well. Just putting that out there. Now, enough

about me. I run downstairs because I need some more boxes and find Mom sitting on the couch with about 3 bags of chips and roughly 5 cans of soda. Mom is a very healthy eater, and she only eats like this when something is really bothering her. "Hey Mom!" I say, trying to sound energetic and failing. "Hi honey." she responds with no feeling whatsoever. "Is everything okay?" I ask, and take a seat next to her. She grabs a pillow and sets it down on the floor so I can see her better. She sighs and says, "Yes, everythingis fine. I am just so worried about you! Do you have  everything? Underwear, decorations, blankets, shoes, clothes, br-" I cut her off before she can say anything else. "Mom, I am fine. Stop worrying about me! I am going to be fine. I have everything I need! Why don't you go take a hot bath to calm yourself down and we can order pizza." I say. "Thank you sweetie. I'll do just that." she says, and gets up. See what I mean about her stressing about me?