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I always wonder if I have made the correct desicion. Was it right to move to Philly? Should I have made this stronger commitment to him, eventhough I left him in FL? Should I have made a commitment at all, when I know it won't work out? Did I choose the right school path to follow, or is there something else Id be better suited for?
I wish I knew how my life was going to play out. I'm tired of being surprised and strung along all the time. Which is why I want to live on a dessert island, wear no clothes, and make sculptures out of coconuts and palm fronds.
Here I am...21 years old, writing in my livejournal of god knows how long, and it's pretty much about the same thing. Or at least has the same whiny tone...
Sheesh.
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