| | OK so listen, i have recently received an invitation to the National Society of High School Scholars, and a week before that, i was accepted to the national honor roll. The sent a biography report to fill out, but i cant help feel as i've felt so many times before. INADEQUATE! What have you done with your life so far? In a word, nothing. My 95 average is the only thing i have, and that is thanks to my ability to retain information. My brain is all i have and yet i still feel...inadequate. | |
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| Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. | |
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| You never know what your parent go through until they start talking to you, but lets start at the beginning. As you get older your parents tell you things they would never have said when you were younger. As they regard you as an adult, you find out how hard their life is. How people close to you can hurt you. How family and friends plot and scheme and take you for all you have. Who go behind you back and each stab one by one, pulling it out each time. Those want to take all your money, when you have none, but do it in the sneakest way. Want money? Ask. As long as it's for a good cause, your going to repay it, and not throw it away, you'll get it. |
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