when i was in elementary school i knew exactly what i was going to do with my life. i was going to grow up and go to high school in the town that i lived. then i would go to cedarville university where both my parents went. i was going to become an elementary school teacher. then i would move back to be with my best friend, becca. we were going to live next to each so that our kids could grow up together. when we got really old and our husbands died, we'd have some good times together in the retirement home. so beautiful, and so simple.
if no one has learned anything else in life, i am sure that most have noticed that things don't always go the way you planned them. i moved to chicago when i was in sixth grade, leaving all my friends behind. i went to a private high school. i am currently attending judson university. i am studying to be a graphic designer. becca and i don't really talk anymore because we have so little in common. oh ya, and i have no clue what im going to do with my life.
nine months later, i thot i knew more of who i was. yet, i find myself in the exact same place that i was in before. failure. such a crush to any sort of life that i had left in me. there is nothing anymore.
i still do not know why i am here.
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I know that it's been forever since you put this up, and even longer since I've read this thing, well until now. I was just thinking that this applies to me even more than I want to admit right now. It seems to me that as time goes on, this question just becomes harder to answer instead of easier to answer, like i think it should
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