Letting go.

I think letting go of my course this semester, which is B.S. Bio would be harder than I thought because of the people who keep praising me about it. Ugh. I'm just happy my Mom already knew of my plan and was... uh, very tactful about it.
My decision is done and I'm trying hard not to have regrets (although I really don't regret it). But when I think about it, it makes me sad because I'm expecting (which is silly of me) to see disappointment in their faces when the time comes.
But this is my life, and I have every right to do what I want, and Lord knows I'm doing this for my Mom. It'll be the three of us left (my Kuya's going back to Saudi Arabia) on December 14 and we need to be there for her.