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I have dreams, I have goals.
I want to work my ass off to become the Reporter’s Editor in Chief. I want to land a killer internship in Washington D.C. I want to graduate a year early. I want to join the Peace Corps or AmeriCorps. I want to travel and see the world. I want to land an awesome job at a killer newspaper or magazine. I want to edit, I want to create. I want to be a free spirit. I want to live my life without anything tying me down.And that’s what I’m going to do. I’m not going to let boys or friends get in my way. I’m going to live my life as free as a bird, without regrets, without compromise. I’m going to do this my way, plain and simple.
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Tuesday, 9 a.m.
Pain. Disease. Loneliness. Depression. Suicide. Fear. Disbelief. Alcohol. Acknowledgement. Acceptance. Forgiveness. Treatment.
What did I just get myself into?
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My life is complete.
My comparative politics professor reads, and loves, my work. He said I’m going to go far in the world of political journalism. I think it was the best compliment I’ve received all week, maybe all month. To know there are individuals out there who look forward to reading my work is flattering. All those years spent lost without a purpose are finally ending. I know I’ve always been meant for this career, but now that someone like that told me, I know I’m going to be okay. I’m going to survive in this crazy competitive world called journalism, and I can’t wait to experience every wonderful, stressful, happy moment of it.
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I don’t want to have a relationship with you. I want a friend. A real friend. I want someone to make me feel like I’m important. I want someone to cuddle with and tell me I’m going to be okay. I want someone to hang out with, to watch movies with, to be goofy with. I want someone to kiss, to be affectionate with. I don’t want a boyfriend, a relationship, I don’t want to be serious. I want a casual relationships, even multiple casual relationships. But I don’t like anyone else. I haven’t found anyone I want to be with. I like you. That’s it. No motives, No serious thoughts. Just you and me. Hanging out. As friends. And maybe lovers. No talk of commitment. Nothing serious. Just fun.
Why don’t you believe me?
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