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It's weird how petty all of my problems have become. In the midst of preparing for the rest of my life, for the career that I will likely pursue until I die, my problems are never proportional. I fight with Scott, I worry about a test. I debate how many classes I will take in summer school. But the real problems, even now, still seem like they are still on hold.
It's weird, because I thought that I would undergo some amazing change in from 17 to 20--but I don't know that I have. And I don't know if anyone around me has. Life is slow and tedious, and changes are almost never instant.
It's weird, because I thought that I would undergo some amazing change in from 17 to 20--but I don't know that I have. And I don't know if anyone around me has. Life is slow and tedious, and changes are almost never instant.