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I’m young. Too young too look back and think that that was the high-point of my life, and things will never again be that good. I feel like I’m wasting my highschool prime in homeschool, but at school I feel like I’m wasting my time. I dont know what I want and it leaves me never full, never quite quenched or satisfied. Is it to much to ask that when I’m 30 I can look back and know I was happy with whatever I was doing and know it was what I wanted?
Undecisive, under appreciated, o u t o f c o n t r o l.
I am fifteen. My town is hardly big enough to be considered a town.
I have plenty of friends, but I trust as few to fit on one hand.
I read, take pictures, text, and hangout. I'm trying to do this whole " be a teenager" thing right.
I write a lot and I write often.
I'm confident in who I am, you should be too.
I'm all for self expression, and I wish I could get what I feel into words, but often I can't.
Inspire me often.
Inspire me with greatness.
Anyone is welcome.
I have plenty of friends, but I trust as few to fit on one hand.
I read, take pictures, text, and hangout. I'm trying to do this whole " be a teenager" thing right.
I write a lot and I write often.
I'm confident in who I am, you should be too.
I'm all for self expression, and I wish I could get what I feel into words, but often I can't.
Inspire me often.
Inspire me with greatness.
Anyone is welcome.
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