The Collapsing building

My mom keeps talking to me about college and her vision is hard to see. She keeps pressing and pressing it on me and I'm not sure what I want to be yet. I don't want to go straight into something I'm not ready for. Or worse yet, be stuck with some job I'm not happy with. It's overwhelming especially when I'm not even sure if I'll graduate and whenever I tell my mom that she goes off and cries hoping I'm not losing hope. But I'm not, am I? I'm not even sure. Sometimes I just want to pause my whole life and just breath because at this point of my life I feel suffocated. I feel like I'm standing on a very tall building that's about to collapse and I don't know what the first move to come out a live should be. And it's almost as if jumping off this building would be the correct thing to do. But I know if I give up my mom will be right there to walk me up that building and try again. NEVVVVVER give up. Cause there is no second option. SADLYYYYY.