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I am eighteen and yet I feel I have lived more then the calendar reads.
Up to this point I hardly said the word I, during my 2 year stunt on these posts. One point being that it is to vulnerable of a word. And yet today I feel compelled to say the story of my life on this thing. To expose every thought, notion, opinion my mind has ever conjured up. I wish to tell of my mysterious father and how he is so much like a tragic character I once read about in a school novel. Or my grandmother who lives in one of those children’s Grime’s tales. Or how in high school now seems decades away. If not for my friend Chloe I would not know so many amazing things. Who is sweet and adventurous as me. Who will save many people from themselves, and cook and throw many more dinner parties .To whom we will make one of our most ambitious endeavors to date, moving into our own apartment miles from home. She will go on to help the needy and restore to many the faith in humanity. My boyfriend to whom I fear knows all of my secrets. To who I love dearly and will go on to write and say many great things and possibly upset and offend many in the doing so. Who will live on to old age and see his hair silver. I wish to educate the audience of the field of electrical towers and how amazing it is to set there at night and view the stars. Maybe I will take this time to say read Herman Hesse!!! Or dwell in the fact that I am not doing what I really wish to be. I too many people are burying their graves. And wasting potential before it is spent. I am not certain of many things but I do know that we filled the blank slate.
Up to this point I hardly said the word I, during my 2 year stunt on these posts. One point being that it is to vulnerable of a word. And yet today I feel compelled to say the story of my life on this thing. To expose every thought, notion, opinion my mind has ever conjured up. I wish to tell of my mysterious father and how he is so much like a tragic character I once read about in a school novel. Or my grandmother who lives in one of those children’s Grime’s tales. Or how in high school now seems decades away. If not for my friend Chloe I would not know so many amazing things. Who is sweet and adventurous as me. Who will save many people from themselves, and cook and throw many more dinner parties .To whom we will make one of our most ambitious endeavors to date, moving into our own apartment miles from home. She will go on to help the needy and restore to many the faith in humanity. My boyfriend to whom I fear knows all of my secrets. To who I love dearly and will go on to write and say many great things and possibly upset and offend many in the doing so. Who will live on to old age and see his hair silver. I wish to educate the audience of the field of electrical towers and how amazing it is to set there at night and view the stars. Maybe I will take this time to say read Herman Hesse!!! Or dwell in the fact that I am not doing what I really wish to be. I too many people are burying their graves. And wasting potential before it is spent. I am not certain of many things but I do know that we filled the blank slate.