When my parents divorced, my mother decided that when I graduated high school that we would move to Washington. I didn't mind since I knew that was my chance to get out of my small hometown. My best friends didn't mind either because they had plans to move too. Now here I am living in Washington and going to college. I volunteer twice a week at one of the hospitals here in my town. I play Dungeons and Dragons once every other week. I have a another best friend from one of my college classes. She is younger than me but I don't mind because she is as weird as I am. I miss my besties but I know that I'll see them again someday. It is strange how moving to a new place changes a person. It was subtle but I can see the difference. I am more tired and stressed but I am also happy. My health is getting worse because of stress and hormones but I am changing that. I don't have as many friends but the ones I do have are good. My mother is happier and there are more people in the house.
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Who am I? Why am I alive?
Non-FictionWho am I? Why am I alive? Why does my heart beat like a drum? Why do I still breathe? These are questions that pop into my head and probably always will. I am nobody important and I am not even that special. I am not hero nor am I a villain. I do no...
