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I don't write to get my voice heard. I write to see what the story in my head is.
I've been doing a lot of thinking about the future lately. There's so much I would love to do. Teaching Spanish at the high school level really interests me. Becoming a psychologist is something I've always thought about. Becoming a writer for the Los Angeles Times or the New York Times is, of course, my life long dream.
There's a lot more to me than meets the eye. I wish people understood that sometimes. Lately it seems like I have been getting a lot more attention from everyone, and I don't know whether to smile or cry about it. I used to be that girl who did everything and anything to have the world like me. Now that I'm older, I realize that being alone in a room full of people is the worst feeling in the world. I have made new friends and lost old ones recently. I don't know why. I really have no idea when. I suppose I'm growing gradually.
I used to be best friends with this girl named Emily in the 6th grade. We never stopped being friends; we simply drifted. A mutual friend that her and I share, Jano, asked her what happened between us. She said to him, "Danielle changed, and I stayed the same." And here I am 5 years later, and I have come to the conclusion that nothing has changed.
I know that no matter where I end up, I'm going to be happy.
I'm always happy.
I've been doing a lot of thinking about the future lately. There's so much I would love to do. Teaching Spanish at the high school level really interests me. Becoming a psychologist is something I've always thought about. Becoming a writer for the Los Angeles Times or the New York Times is, of course, my life long dream.
There's a lot more to me than meets the eye. I wish people understood that sometimes. Lately it seems like I have been getting a lot more attention from everyone, and I don't know whether to smile or cry about it. I used to be that girl who did everything and anything to have the world like me. Now that I'm older, I realize that being alone in a room full of people is the worst feeling in the world. I have made new friends and lost old ones recently. I don't know why. I really have no idea when. I suppose I'm growing gradually.
I used to be best friends with this girl named Emily in the 6th grade. We never stopped being friends; we simply drifted. A mutual friend that her and I share, Jano, asked her what happened between us. She said to him, "Danielle changed, and I stayed the same." And here I am 5 years later, and I have come to the conclusion that nothing has changed.
I know that no matter where I end up, I'm going to be happy.
I'm always happy.