I know I talk about not being a hopeless romantic, daydreaming, wishing on a shooting star, kind of teenage girl. I may not be that old, but I'm old enough to know that those people only do really well in the movies. Still, I love that character. Probably because just as I'm secretly hoping against hope that their wishes come true and their questions get answered, I'm doing the same for myself...
I have so many questions that I want answers for.
Why is high school so stressful? Why can't I trust someone without them eventually hurting me? Why does my heart get broken so often? Why don't I understand some of my classes? Why does life move so fast? What college should I go to? Who will I meet? Will I fall in love? What's my career going to be? In publishing? As a screen writer? An author? A teacher? Will I get married? Where will I live? Will I make it on my own? What if I'm not good enough? What if I make a major mistake? What if... what if... what if...
Time to take a deep breath and face each day as it comes.
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