It's 4:32 am. I cannot sleep at all. My bus comes at 5:58 but I'm up because I was tortured last night at the thought of sophomore year. Today will be my first day back at school and although I won't be doing much, I'm still so freaking nervous. Freshman year I was a B-average student, just like every year, but I was pretty upset because B-average is not going to cut it for some colleges. My grades count, and I need scholarships to get me through college. I know my mom wont be able to afford my tuition, and even if my dad helps, it wont be enough. And I don't want to be in debt for the rest of my life. Anyways, I really hope I do better this year, and if I don't.. well... who knows. I don't even know where I want to apply because I have no idea what I want to do with my life. For a while I thought about being a psychiatrist, an author, or a historian, but it is really hard to accomplish these things and be successful at it. So at this point in my life I am completely undecided. I don't know what I'm going to do about my future, but I'm the only one who can control it. If I don't take care of it, no one will. I'm not a billionaire heiress who has her life handed to her on a gold platter. But- I'm kinda glad I'm not.
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AuthorHi, my name is Lizzie. I'm about to turn 18, and I'm worried a lot, and I love food, and I lack self-control a lot, and I'm really talkative, and none of this information is important, yet I'm compelled to say it all. This is my blog. Archives
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