My goals.

I'm not even close to being perfect. I don't even care though. I don't even strive to be perfect anymore. I think what I strive for, is to be me- perfected. Which is different, but similar.

I don't feel as much pressure to be so me- perfected anymore though. Haven't for a while. And haven't for a while, under certain situations and influences. One of which is my family, another of which is my sister specifically, and my grandma specifically, and my boyfriend is another.

All I know right now, is that I want to just smile a little bit more. Release everything a little bit easier. I want to relax.

I am now a Pre-Nursing student, and I am working as much as I can right now, and I hope to get an apartment much sooner than later, and just live and study, and visit Florida sometimes, and enjoy my boyfriend, and enjoy my family.

My goals are now to: graduate from college, let my hair grow, allow Dakota to be there for me, and to be with me, to advance my life and my future's possibilities, go with the flow, and to someday, go to clown school. I want to get married, have children and live somewhere pleasant and pretty, someday, as well. Those are my goals.


Those are my goals.