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I told you I wasn’t that stupid.
I’ve finished summer school, and now, the mistakes I made my first year into high school can no longer haunt me anymore. It’s a great feeling, I can say that much about it. I feel like whatever inhibited me from growing up from my burn-out days has left me. I’ve grown up a lot just over the course of this week. Now the big picture looks a whole lot bigger.
I have no idea where this takes me. For so long I was just concerned about taking care of catching up and getting the grades in, and now that I have, I don’t know what to do next. I’m so close to entering the whole college circuit and then I’ll really need some kind of direction. I know I don’t really need to be worried about it now, but when I already have no sense of where I’m going, will that really change in a few years time? I need to either stop asking myself these questions altogether or continue to wrack my brain with them until I can get it right in my head. The way I’m feeling right now is that I’m just caught in between, but not in quite the bad sense.
If I had less time to think, it’d do me a whole lot of good. Instead, summer’s end is right here, like it’s been waiting for me. I have to make something out of it.
I really need to get out, take more advantage. I feel like taking a road trip with just friends.
Maybe that’s all this is.
I have so much to say right now, but I don’t even know how to form the words in my head. It’s ultimately self-defeating, but typical for a weekend. Sometimes I just wish I knew how to say the right thing at the time more often, especially when it matters. Being void of ambition and assurance can make you a pretty miserable writer. Things will be alright.
I’ve finished summer school, and now, the mistakes I made my first year into high school can no longer haunt me anymore. It’s a great feeling, I can say that much about it. I feel like whatever inhibited me from growing up from my burn-out days has left me. I’ve grown up a lot just over the course of this week. Now the big picture looks a whole lot bigger.
I have no idea where this takes me. For so long I was just concerned about taking care of catching up and getting the grades in, and now that I have, I don’t know what to do next. I’m so close to entering the whole college circuit and then I’ll really need some kind of direction. I know I don’t really need to be worried about it now, but when I already have no sense of where I’m going, will that really change in a few years time? I need to either stop asking myself these questions altogether or continue to wrack my brain with them until I can get it right in my head. The way I’m feeling right now is that I’m just caught in between, but not in quite the bad sense.
If I had less time to think, it’d do me a whole lot of good. Instead, summer’s end is right here, like it’s been waiting for me. I have to make something out of it.
I really need to get out, take more advantage. I feel like taking a road trip with just friends.
Maybe that’s all this is.
I have so much to say right now, but I don’t even know how to form the words in my head. It’s ultimately self-defeating, but typical for a weekend. Sometimes I just wish I knew how to say the right thing at the time more often, especially when it matters. Being void of ambition and assurance can make you a pretty miserable writer. Things will be alright.