Sometimes good things end. Sometimes it's easy, sometimes it's not. Sometimes it doesn't even feel like an end. Those are tricky.
The beginning like a sunrise, and my future is bright--my past is fleeting. I'm 20. I'm living the best of my life, and I'm also pissing it away working my way through school. This time, I'm going to do what I want, and everything on my own terms. I'm done bending.
Kind of.
Excited,
Wesley
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