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I have been terribly negligent of this journal, leaving it outside in puddles and letting it get trampled by strangers, preferring shinier gazmos to the simplicity of writing out my innermost thoughts. Simplicity of my innermost thoughts. That, my dear friends, is a laugh. My thoughts, for the moment being, are anything but simple. And at times like this, I wish my deepest worries were skinned knees, and what time everyone will be congregating at the park tomorrow.
Those worries, however, go out the window as we grow. They are quickly replaced with: getting good grades so we can get into a good college (though, for most, college is a decision that is made for us. As to keep up with the status quo,we are told from the time we begin schooling that we have to go to college, to continue our education. I have found, however much I may love learning, Life is a better teacher for most, and it costs a Hell of a lot less a year.), financial woes, broken hearts, and what to do with friends who no longer want to go to the park, but prefer other "extra circular"activities.
Disregarding the first, I find myself constantly worrying about the other three. I am completely broke, yet still job searching. I wish that I could simply get all of the stories that are floating around in my brain out onto paper, so I might one day be recognized as a decent writer. My dream is to have a fan-base such as James Patterson's. Lofty goal, I agree, but I feel as though I might be able to accomplish it. I admit, my style of writing isn't for everyone, and not everyone will like my writing, but perhaps they'll be able to say "At least she can construct a proper sentence, and it's not about sparkle vamps."
Without going into a horridly emo explanation, I supposed it all boils down to feeling insignificant in several areas of my life.
Those worries, however, go out the window as we grow. They are quickly replaced with: getting good grades so we can get into a good college (though, for most, college is a decision that is made for us. As to keep up with the status quo,we are told from the time we begin schooling that we have to go to college, to continue our education. I have found, however much I may love learning, Life is a better teacher for most, and it costs a Hell of a lot less a year.), financial woes, broken hearts, and what to do with friends who no longer want to go to the park, but prefer other "extra circular"activities.
Disregarding the first, I find myself constantly worrying about the other three. I am completely broke, yet still job searching. I wish that I could simply get all of the stories that are floating around in my brain out onto paper, so I might one day be recognized as a decent writer. My dream is to have a fan-base such as James Patterson's. Lofty goal, I agree, but I feel as though I might be able to accomplish it. I admit, my style of writing isn't for everyone, and not everyone will like my writing, but perhaps they'll be able to say "At least she can construct a proper sentence, and it's not about sparkle vamps."
Without going into a horridly emo explanation, I supposed it all boils down to feeling insignificant in several areas of my life.