I thought a month would be enough time for things to change. Apparently, I was wrong.
I found this picture while going through my old computer. It was taken my sophomore year of high school. I can tell from the date on the class ring I’m wearing. When I got the ring I was intending to graduate a year early. That plan changed the following year.
Sometimes, I wonder how different my life would be today if I hadn’t stayed for that fourth year of high school. Where would I be now if I had gotten out a year sooner?
But then I think of all the great things I would have missed out on if I had left. And then I think about all the things I could have been missing out on by staying. But I guess every decision comes with a “what if.”
Things will never be the same.
Not sure why I continue to have faith in someone who continuously lets me down.
The credibility of this statement is questionable, especially coming from an anonymous source.
Earlier today, I got excited when I heard sirens in the distance through my open bedroom window.
My dog had puppies (again). This one is of Bandit when he was a week old.
My future has never felt so open-ended.
It makes me feel confused and unsure of where to go.