I've lived an extremely privileged life,
So much that I feel guilty when I think about what I have compared to others.
When I think about times in the past that I have whined and pouted when I didn't get my way.
Because there are people who would kill to have what I have.
Yet I still find reasons to complain and feel sorry for myself.
If my upcoming posts feel like they have no rhyme or reason to them, it's because they won't.
The purpose for this blog is to be real and it wouldn't be real if I pretend that I have it all figured out.
Because I don't.
And if you do, props, because I have the feeling a lot of people are in the same boat as me.
But that's what high school is about, right?
Finding ourselves while we struggle to complete homework and study for tests and practice for our sport, all the while figuring out who we are going to the next dance with.
I took this class not because I'm this super creative writer, it's much the opposite.
I chose it because I have gotten into such a habit of analyzing a literary work and writing an essay about it, I wasn't sure if I even remembered how to write creatively anymore.
I want to find that creativity again.
So yeah.
I've never known how to end things.
I'm the person who just randomly disappears from conversation without saying anything.
I don't know what to say.
So I'll leave you guys with this picture of a sunrise.
Because who doesn't love a picture of a sunrise?
