*I'm a messsss.
We're so close. We're literally SO CLOSE. I'm ready to get out of here, but I really don't want to leave. If you can't tell, I'm not really sure what I think anymore. Tensions are high, people snap for no apparent reason. Some people get snapped at a lot, others do the snapping, Both sides of the issue get worn thin very quickly. Basically, what I think doesn't really matter, because at this point, I'm frayed, impatient, and tired. What does matter though, are the facts: I live in one of the wealthiest countries in the world. Of the people in that country, my life could be rated as the best and the top of the pack. I was raised by a set of values that are very near and dear to my heart. I got to graduate high school. I got my choice of colleges, it was up to me and nobody else. The one I picked was the best decision I ever made. I am right where God wants me to be. I can feel it. I can't understand why these last few weeks have been
