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To be honest, I have been struggling quite a bit with every aspect of life. At night, before bed, I always look through old photos on my phone, that I had taken with friends. Back when my photo album was colorful. I see all of my friends. Some funny pictures, some pictures we tried really hard to look good in, and the pictures you just lean over and take. I miss the days when I could just ride my bike over to their house, or when I could take a walk around the block with someone, or go on a mile run with a small group, or even when people would just come over and surprise me at my house. I miss going to pick up some friends, rolling down the windows, and blasting our music while scream singing to the city. Each photo I look at has a story, and I am reminded of that story. I sit and smile at my phone. I get lost in those pictures. I think about what happened in those moments. Written in March 2021

Walls. The basic structure of how everything is built. We build walls to keep ourselves warm in our houses, and we build walls to keep our neighbors kitchen out of our living rooms. We use walls to hang photos that hold a thousand memories, and we use walls to provide ourselves with comfort and security. But we also use walls to hide and get away from people. We can spin a door shut and laugh behind it or cry behind it. Somethings only the walls of our room know. A wall can physically keep an emotion locked away. A wall can also keep everyone who isn't wanted out.  I am standing by this one wall right now. I didn't choose to stand by it. How did I find this wall? I was walking one day, the path I had been on for a couple years, and I hit it. I've never hit a wall no hard. I fell backwards and landed on my back. The wall went on for miles. To me, this wall was large. I laid in front of this wall for months. Just looking at it, watching it grow. I finally realized that this w...

I am 17 years old. I am about to college to learn about how to become a biomedical engineer. My dream is to become a famous actor, director, and producer. At this point in my life deciding I want to be in film is a risky move. Everyone encourages me to seek my biomedical job, and they tell me that film isn't safe. They tell me how I would be living in a box on the side of the road, making no money. They tell me "it's a side hustle". Today I have decided I am going for what my dreams are. I wanted to write in this blog to hopefully inspire others to chase their dreams. I'm not successful with film yet, but I am ready to work for it because I want it so bad. I remember when I was younger and people would ask me what I wanted to do. I told them film and they would tell me to look into other careers, or they would look at me with disappointment and tell me to go for something better. Now when I tell people I'm majoring in biomedical engineering they tell me how sm...

I am not one to be scared of the dark or get jump scared. I'm a chill person who does not worry a lot, and when a situation does arrive I am more of the type to take action. However my perspective on my fight or flight was changed one day when I was cat-sitting for a friend. I still do believe if in a group setting I will fight to protect the other people that I love, but that is not the case for when I am alone. I went over to my friends house around noon to check in on her cat for the day. Everyday I would go and check her food and water. Shortly after I would go looking through the house to find the cat. I looked under tables, behind furniture, and on this particular day I found her under the bed on a trundle. Once I found her we played for a little and then we went to watch tv together on the sofa in the living room. She fell asleep on my lap while I was petting her. I guess she was not a fan of watching Victorious. After about 20 minutes her head perks up very fast and looks ...

Every teen looks forward to living a memorable and fun senior year in high school. My friends and I are seniors this year, and sadly our time together has been cut short. The worst part of it all is that no matter how many times you tell everyone, no one will understand how valuable time is until you're in our shoes. I've been told for 4 years to soak in all the memories, and I've failed to do so every year until now. What looked to be the best year in high school ended poorly. If you were where the seniors are now you would constantly be reminiscing on old videos and photos, and while you cry you're going to listen to sad music, and wish you could just go back. Take it in, remember things a little better, and work harder at the things you might not get to do in college. You begin look around and realize the people who you have spent 5 days a week, for 12 hours a day, and hung out with outside of school for so many years are now all going separate ways to start life. Th...