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I had no idea that when I went upstairs to say prayers, I wouldn't be down for almost an hour and a half. My friend Dawn called. I had told her I needed to talk to her, and she remembered. She talked about college, and I talked about what I had wanted to talk about in the first place. It was great. She is such a great friend.
I've been thinking a lot lately. I had to; it was kind of thrown at me. I found out that what I really wanted, or what I thought I wanted, was not what I wanted at all. I've been looking all over the place, when what I really wanted to find was right under my nose. I just didn't see it. Or didn't want to. I had based it all on something superficial.
There is an old entry in my journal, called "What I want." It's made so that only I can read it. It was where I laid out everything that I wanted, about guys that liked me for me, and a stable life and all of that. And it turns out, what I thought I didn't want, matches every criteria I set forward in that journal entry. How funny.
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