Sometimes I feel like I'm at a standstill, and the world and life are passing me by. Like I'm living but in a sense of slow motion. The days and weeks fly by, but I can't seem to escape Monday. Then, before I know it, I snap back to reality and think "Is my life really the way I want it to be?", "Am I proud of the accomplishments and progress I've made?" I get the most bizarre thoughts while in class: poetry, stories, fashion and music often come to me. I have to make some serious moves into the direction of where my heart is.
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