So as I lay here in my bed with my boyfriend who is snoring away and our little girl in between the two of us, I can't help but to wonder what I was meant to do in life. I feel like I have so much great potential to be successful. I just really want to make a difference in people's lives. I want to go to college (I'm constantly kicking myself in the ass for not going right out of high school) I want to get my BSN in nursing.

This weather needs to warm up a bit so I can get out of the house. I'm hoping to be enrolled in to school by September, to start my journey to being more successful. I really want to better myself and be the best role model for my daughter (and future children.)


I want to write about something that is no stranger to me. Addiction, I am fortunate enough to not have addiction tendencies. However, a few people close to me fight addiction. Well people that were once close to me. I'm not going to mention any names

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