May 8th, 2017
Dear Diary,
It's Final's week at West Texas A&M, and I'm beginning to feel the stress of the year. I often have thoughts like "What am I even doing?" "Why am I moving forward if I'm not even sure what I am going to do in the future?" I'll be honest; I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know if I have chosen the right path for my life, or if I can ever be happy knowing that someone is always telling me what I can and cannot do. I Hate being told what to believe and how to believe it. I hate being told how to live. I want to live in an era that doesn't keep track of your every movement and thought. I want to live in a world that doesn't care where you are or who you're with. I want a life without the barriers that always seem to appear right when you think you have escaped their grasp. I want a world that doesn't care what language you speak or the color of your skin. A world with limitless possibilities and an undying love for adventure.
I want a world where a girl can walk the streets of Chicago alone feeling empowered and loved; a world where children can get together and go to the park without the fear of strangers; a world where a man can love whomever he wants without the fear of being hated so much that someone will physically assault him. I want a world free of all worldly things. A world build just for those who want to experience the most out of life without humanity present to ruin it.
I want a world where a girl can grieve for her lost innocence without being ridiculed by a people who choose not to understand. I want a world free from the hate of people who refuse to understand the heartbreak that some people feel over the death of a plant. I want a world that doesn't see the people as colored or hear the accents of another country. I want harmony in a world that craves chaos, and I want chaos in the most natural, beautiful way.
A world without color, but filled with the most beautiful sights. A world that doesn't hear, but filled with the sounds of nature's harmony. I want a world that feels, but doesn't know the sting of hatred. I want a world that knows love and beauty and harmony.
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Thoughts of a Student
Non-FictionThis is a never-ending collection of "brain dumps" that consist of my innermost thoughts. Whatever happens to be on my mind at the time. They are not meant to be grammatically correct. They are not meant to be criticized or insulting. They are simpl...
