Okay I think I'm starting to really get into this.
Day 2: Where you'd like to be in 10 years.
Damn I understand why this is such a challenge.
I'd like to be done with school. Like for forever.
Wait, how old am I in 10 years? 26?
Yeah, 26.
I want a cute apartment and a cute husband and a cute baby on the side. I'm going to name him Oliver if it's a boy, or Stella if it's a girl.
I want peace and music.
That's all I can think of right now.

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Teen FictionIt's not my fault. I mean, I never asked for any of this. I can't help that it's in my genes. I can't help that I'm fat.