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So sleep escapes Jenn tonight. I'm still working on bio stuff and an extra credit assignment for history. I just had a long discussion with my friend about life and fear. I've decided I only have two fears:
1) paralysis- because I've worked so hard building myself up. I've been in karate for eight years and to lose any mobility would be traumatizing
2) losing anyone close to me- yes, this pool is quite small seeing that we've disowned all my extended family and I have a restricted circle of friends because I don't go out much. But anyone I consider important to me has earned a place in my heart and I would fall to pieces if something were to happen to any one of them.
And my friend and I decided that our worst fears are things that are beyond our control. He lost his best friend last year to a car accident and hasn't felt the same ever since. Things happen on a whim sometimes and we just have to deal with them as we go. It's hard- it's life.
They knocked down the old hag's house. (For those of you who don't know, that old hag is my biological grandmother). It's a sign that "it's" pretty much gone from new jersey. I think "it's" in upstate new york right now, probably growing more weed. I can absolutely say that I hate "it" and wish it were dead so no one in my family or myself would ever have to encounter "it" again. I hated driving by that house which was on route 73, highly traveled grounds. It was a reminder that "it" is still out there and could come back. Since the house is now gone, the chances of "it" coming back are now slim to none. It makes me happy. I truely, sincerely loathe "it"
1) paralysis- because I've worked so hard building myself up. I've been in karate for eight years and to lose any mobility would be traumatizing
2) losing anyone close to me- yes, this pool is quite small seeing that we've disowned all my extended family and I have a restricted circle of friends because I don't go out much. But anyone I consider important to me has earned a place in my heart and I would fall to pieces if something were to happen to any one of them.
And my friend and I decided that our worst fears are things that are beyond our control. He lost his best friend last year to a car accident and hasn't felt the same ever since. Things happen on a whim sometimes and we just have to deal with them as we go. It's hard- it's life.
They knocked down the old hag's house. (For those of you who don't know, that old hag is my biological grandmother). It's a sign that "it's" pretty much gone from new jersey. I think "it's" in upstate new york right now, probably growing more weed. I can absolutely say that I hate "it" and wish it were dead so no one in my family or myself would ever have to encounter "it" again. I hated driving by that house which was on route 73, highly traveled grounds. It was a reminder that "it" is still out there and could come back. Since the house is now gone, the chances of "it" coming back are now slim to none. It makes me happy. I truely, sincerely loathe "it"