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I've been wanting to write a story, a lovely one. One that means something. One that will take me years to finish, one that i wont get tired of writing. I want to write forever...but i cant. I cant ever figure out what to write, i can never quench the thirst i have for writing. Nothing is ever good enough when i try. It sucks.

My senior year is approaching. Im already nervous and scared and shy. Though i've been at this school for three years (this being my fourth) i'm still very nervous and i would rather just not go. I still feel like I know no one. It's a scary feeling always feeling like you're the new student. But there is a new drama department and im scared. I really have to put myself out there, i mean, i've done it a million times before but now its different. I dont want to have to embarrass myself with the games, i dont want it to be difficult, i cant hide behind my fellow mates. I have to step it up and i kind of dont want to. I feel like a new person though.

By the way; i'm done with boys.