In nine years' time I would be 30. What a terrible thought.
It's only at 21 do I realize that it was such a foolish thought to want to grow up.
Growing up sucks especially when I know just damn well what I am good at and...
what I am not.
I know I will never stop liking reading and writing. I realize it began even before I was seven.
I have always loved books. I call this a gift from God.
I also call a life without purpose a fate worse than death.
A senior recently said to me that I am one of the best writers she's met.
And she told me to write every six months and see how I have developed from there.
I never stopped writing.
I just want to keep believing that this life is worth living.
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