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Monday, March 24, 2008

Livin life in the fast lane. School is not a biggie. Neither are homeworks and all the stuff that you do work on. Its now my identity. It is now growing up. No more whinning.

After all this years, I have come to the point when I want to realize who I am. What am I and what I want to do best. It matters not what people think anymore. Nor what other people say to me. This time it will be about me.

Growing up is not easy. We wonder whether things are just the way they are or are we worth the things we have. Are we even happy? Why do we know that the anticipation and highness of being happy is not forever. Why is it that as we grow up and know more things we become worst at dealing with our symptoms of growing up. For when we were babies we would fall then stand back, and even have a giggle in our mouths. And when we use to have scars on our knees, we would run home and get mom to put a big bandaid on it. Why is it that now, when we have gone through more things we don't know who to run to or cry to. Why am I feeling this way when I know that so many people care for me.....


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