but I know I’ll never pursue them. To be frank, that really scares me. Because all my life I’ve had this huge imagination, I’ve always been goofy and wacky. I have to be doing something. Adventure awaits for me all the time, in my mind. I would never be satisfied with life one bit if I get stuck behind some desk working a dead-end job. I could never forgive myself. I have to be doing something interesting…something that keeps my attention. I don’t want to be normal. I don’t want to have to go to college to have my dreams of going into a field of Sports Medicine or becoming a Medical Examiner be crushed so I have to resort to working behind a desk and wasting away my life answering calls. I don’t ever want to settle into the normal lifestyle of finding a husband, a nice home, having some kids, living an average life then dying. That’s nothing worth living for. Nothing. I want to have my life for MY life. I want to be selfish with it. If it’s mine, I don’t think I have to share it at all. I have the right, and I will keep it. From this point on, I’m going to work harder in school to make sure I can make this life a good one, no, a great one. I will pursue my dreams. I will be, out of the norm.
