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  • Lets begin with a self portrait.

    I am a freshman in college, learning to live away from home for the first time. I love it. I never want to go back to Lakewood, but there are people I regret leaving behind and many more whom I do not. I have to go home on breaks, of course, I don’t really have anywhere else to go. But when I do I always find myself hiding in my house, only making plans with the two or three good friends I’ve kept from high school. On one such outing with a very close friend of mine we talked about our resentment for our peers and for the city we both were born in. I told him I didn’t like being in Lakewood because it just reminded me of the past and all the things I had never liked about myself. He stopped me there and said something that I have been thinking about ever since. “Why is it that guys don't want to think about their futures, and girls don't want to think about their pasts?”
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