Okay, so I definitely know what to do with my life. I want to write, that much is certain, but who can guarantee that I will actually make a career out of it? No one, except myself, and that really all depends on my skill. I undermine myself with my writing to improve myself, but I don’t know how well that’s going. I think I want to go to college, but it’s kind of expensive, and what if my writing does work? What if I go to college and waste the money when I am writing and not using my degree? I don’t know. Graduation is two years away, and that is really starting to get to me. I think I will be really sad when I graduate, because I probably won’t see about 300 of the people I know ever again. I see my parents looking through their yearbooks talking about people. They don’t talk to these people. Everyone they knew has a family and they haven’t seen them. (Obviously. We are about 800 miles away from our hometown.) That really scares me because I rely on some of my friends to keep me going. I am normally an idependent person, you know? But, some of these friends are what make me want to get me up in the morning. I don’t know what I will do without them. Let’s cross this bridge when we come to it, shall we?