My last summer as an official child. Ill be eighteen before i know it. Than what comes after that. I've lost so many people already will i loose more? Who will i be left with in the end? Who will i still have to love me when this year i have is up? What if i don't find myself in time for college? When did life become so complicated? I don't even know how to tell if i like like someone anymore. I feel like I've lost myself even more.
Who will i have left? What will i have left?
What if I'm not ready to grow up and leave highschool?
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Finding Me
Short StoryFor some of us we just naturaly know who we ate and where we belong. And some spend their whole lifes searching for who they are. An explanation of some sort as to why we are here. Why here why now? Why ever? This is what i choose to document. The p...
