It seems that I am driven to write when my mood wavers. Perhaps that is why I haven't posted in so long. I wanted to pretend as though I was happier than the moon. My life for all respective reasons is amazing - I am pursuing a doctorate degree and getting along alright, I have an apartment in a wonderful part of town, with all the ammenities (dishwasher, washer and dryer), a boyfriend that cares and is kind, parents that love me and miss me, and friends that are far but so very close.
When people find out about some of my more conservative choices - abstinence, being drug-free, being committed to my schoolwork and career - they tell me that I need more life experiences. I sometimes question my own choices and consider regretting my decisions. The truth is that I've had just too many life experiences. I am proud of who I am. Or I should be, even if I don't always expresss it.
I wish I had more to say.
Sincerely,
Sarah Buterblog
I would say that there's no such thing as too many life experiences, and that all of life's experiences don't come from doing drugs or having sex.
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