Time Travelled — over 8 years

Hey how's it goin, me?

Sep 28, 2006 May 28, 2015

Peaceful right?

I just decided i would write to you/me because sometimes i feel like i'm the only one who understands me. Today i fell in the hallway at school. I didn't hurt myself but it sucked anyway. People (aka your best friends) think i'm crazy cause i don't want to have children someday. I'm sorry i don't center my life around getting married and having a family. I'm sorry that I have goals for myself and that my happiness doesn't rely on other people. I know myself and am completely happy in my own me-ness. And why do they care what i do with my life? I want to be independent. I want to be able to pick up and go anywhere i want. I want to go to Darfur and Iraq. I want to go shopping in London and walk down the wet street in the rain, and i don't want anyone holding me back. For the love of God I'm seventeen!! Why should I be thinking about settling down in life when i haven't even lived yet?!?! I pity them for not believing in themselves. I pity them for needing someone else to complete them. I pity them for thinking that the only way a woman can be happy is if she devotes herself to a man and bares his children. Please please please never become them!!! You're so much smarter and so much more self assured than they are. You don't need anyone but yourself. I don't care where you are right now, no matter how great he is, always know that you're who you are no matter what. I can't wait for them to see how great you are. How you didn't curl up into a ball and die because you didn't reproduce. And remember, don't get married till your at least 28. You don't want to be one of those stupid young brides who throw their lives away. good luck

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