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Twenty minutes with my grandmother and I'm shaking, trying not to cry or scream.

Every idea I have is complete crap. I'm the idiot, not everyone around me. I should try to be friends with shallow people who have no taste and probably think I'm going to hell for loving a woman and dressing like a boy. I should go meet a nice boy, despite the fact I've been in a committed relationship for two years. I should stay in the dorms and drive myself crazy because of course I'm too incompetent to live on my own. I should settle on an office or teaching job even though I'd burn out insanely fast because money is everything.

Of course.

That woman can kill a person's self esteem faster than anyone else I know.