Dear No One
Dear No one,
I thought I was going to do a lot of things but, I didn’t and I don’t think I will. All three of my half sisters finished high school, I can’t because I’m to far behind and I’ll never catch up. I’m getting my GED and I’m not even going right now because I’m sick. Which sicks because I feel like I’m never going to get my GED. I wish I had a normal childhood and got to finish high school. I guess not everyone can have a nice life. Don’t have kids until you have the money for kids. Also I wish people would shut the fudge up when I say I want a baby. I’m not going to have one, soon.
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