POTATO POTATO POTATO
Yeah, well, forget this. I am so sick of being nice. It makes my stomach hurt to hold it all in. HEADACHES. I need an antiacid. And aspirin. I am getting ready to take the assessment test for college, and you know what? I have realized something. I am not scared of death. I am scared that I will not be able to fulfill my goals before I die. College, degree in early childhood education, become teacher, get amrried, have a family, and raise my kids with moral values and a good head on their shoulders. I want the chance to be a soccer mom. And sometimes people get in the way of this. It is okay to have friends, a few good friends, but some people just bring you down at times and make you feel like you are nothing because that is how they feel. This is why I no longer hang around Lisa. I hate no one, I love all. But I will NOT be someone's puppet. "Dance, Randi DANCE!" "Okay, my friend! I will do what you want because I am scared of rejection and loneliness." I will not fight, or use angry words, for I know you (and me, too) will be judged in front of the Lord.
Randi
Randi