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This is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world...I'm learning to fly.

 Today I turn 22...This year has been great and at the same time devastating. Maybe it is because I am getting older, but I can not get excited about it being my birthday. Its just another day to pretend that things aren't going to hell with the devil carrying the hand basket himself.

 I suppose I just need to look back at all the good things that happened to me and for me in my 21 st year and try and look past the bad. No matter how much it hurts, and will hurt for a long time.

The other day I was perusing through some fiction on this site and saw something in a user picture that really struck me. It said: "Don't take life too seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway." I think that this is a great mentality to have and I am going to try and embody it.

 This year, the 22nd year of my time in this crazy messed up world, I only want one thing; happiness. Not just for myself; I am not as selfish as all that. But for those I love. Tonight when I blow out the candles, that is what I will wish for.

Happy Birthday A; may God rest upon your pillow tonight and the road always rise up to meet you.

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Oh, and how time flies when your stressen out

Three years ago I began the Journey to becoming a Journalist. I was fresh out of high school, and scared as all hell about what came next. Was I really ready to be an adult? To get a job, join the "real world"?

 Every time this thought would come into my head, always at the worst moments causing a near crippling anxiety attack, I would calm myself by saying over and over again, its going to be ok, you don't have to worry about it, you have two years. This became a mantra of a kind for me.

  I knew that college wouldn't be easy; that what I’d chosen to study was not a program for the meek and lazy and was I ever right. There have been many times that I've thought to myself, Jesus H Christ what have I gotten myself into. What am I doing? Then the anxiety would come again and I would once more repeat my mantra. Except it soon became you have one year.

 So I opted to take the third year, which academically was the smartest thing I could have ever done, but really it was only to try and delay the looming deadline that was approaching. The day I joined the “real world” as my lovely and sadistic professor loves to remind us. Over the past three years I've found myself so stressed out, over assignments, internships, getting newspapers out on time, getting the radio show going, why the moon is round, you name it and it was a stressor, that one day it seems I just looked up and there was that deadline staring me in the face in big neon letters glaring, its time, this is it.

 In three days I will be done my college experience. In two months I will be graduating. I find that yes, I'm still freaked out about starting that new part of my life, and perhaps I over think these things, but not as much. The thought that so terrified me over the past three years doesn't so much anymore. I know I am capable, more than capable of doing what needs to be done.

 Logically I know I'll be okay. My new mantra is just to take it a day at a time. That and three more days and I'm out of here!


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