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"As you grow up, you will have your heart broken more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll cry because time is passing too fast. And you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much and love like you've never been hurt, because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back."

Guys. WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING IN SCHOOL?! WHAT AM I DOING UP HERE WITH SO MANY PEOPLE THAT DON'T REALLY UNDERSTAND OR LOVE ME?! Why am I not out road-tripping the US?! Why am I not out boating rivers and climbing rocks and adventuring with people I love?! Why am I not eating breakfast at midnight at a Denny's somewhere in Small Town USA and making friends with the employees?! Why is there no acoustic guitar music and friend-to-friend flop-cuddling in my life?! Why are there no campfires and hysterical laughter? Where's all the stargazing?! Where's all the grass-blowing and berry-eating? Where's all the wind on my skin and singing off-key at the top of my lungs with beautiful humans that I love to death?! Whyyyyyy do I sit in a classroom every day? Why do I have to act like a human who's got it all together?! So much better to be completely authentic... *sigh* See what Elevation does to me? *Weak smile*


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