I see the general idea of my future but not what it's going to be like.
Will I be happy?
Do I move out of my town?
What job do I have?
Do I pass my exams?
Will I find love?
What music will I be listening to?
Will I ever be too busy to write or read?
And all I can say is that I want be there. Not here. I look like I love everything about the world but I dont. School is repetitive and I just want it to end. I want to get to the future, without this long journey.
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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PuisiThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.
