Can I vent for just two seconds?

Thanks. 

I am so sick of people. Can I just not talk to anyone for the two months before my mission, please? Don't text me, don't call me, don't expect me to drop my whole life and whatever I'm doing because you want to chat about what you're up to and how I'm doing. Do not ask me on a date, do NOT hold my hand, none of this please. Don't tell me how I'm messing up my life and living it wrong and making all the wrong choices. I am doing FINE. Yes, I pray everyday, about all the things you're telling me to pray about. Calm yourself down. I am FINE. I do not need you to tell me that every little thing I do is going to ruin my future and that I had better rethink and go back and pray about it. I do not need you telling me how excited I should be for my mission and I do not need you telling me that you want me to stay home from my mission. I don't, I promise. Just let me be. I'm twenty-years-old. I can handle it. And if I can't, then the mistakes I make, aren't they my mistakes to make? I mean, really. I'm not old, and probably not mature, but I'm trying. I try to do what I know is right, I try to keep up on everything, I try to help around the house, I try to help my friends (especially Jon) be better people, I try to follow the Spirit. I mess up, I know, but that's okay. It is. And also, I'm going on a mission. For sure. So freaking boys need to freaking leave me alone. 

That's all. Thanks for letting me rant. 

P.S. It's probably okay if Jon talks to me. And Ashley and Tayler. And my dance class. But that's it. No one else. Sorry. See ya in two years?