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I cant get online right now…so im just gonna write here. Im at my moms, in Brooklyn…its never any fun here cus I don’t see friends just cus its to much effort to go all the way up to the upper east or west side. Im so comfortable. Im just lying here listening to some damn good music, and drinking some Snapple iced tea. Sometimes, I think that my life is to easy. Like everyone else is dealing with something, but im not. I know im not. Like my life is pretty much perfect…I mean, the deatails aren’t, and I know it soundsreally conceited to say that..but I don’t stirve to be perfect. I don’t care enough about me to want to be perfect. I care more about other people and I don’t know why that is. I guess that has something to do with why I want to be a therapist. I love making people feel like they can talk to me, or have them at least be comfortable with who they really are around me. I don’t think any one is like that at my new school. But at my old one, I know that me and my other friend were real to eachother. And it feels good to, everyonce and a while…to just be who you really are not who you want to be, or who someone else wants you to be. I know that sounds corney. But I really think that. Back to my life though…I feel like the only exciting things that happen are good. Like my parents are pretty cool…as long as im doing okay in school I can do whatever I want. And I have never done anything serious that could harm…me. I guess that means im lucky. But in a way, I wish I had gone through it. Something that would have changed me. But I am too scared to try anything. And I know im not perfect. I could be doing so much better in school, and now that im not doing a sport….i guess I should do better. And I don’t have an excuses to my self.