I just finished my last EVER cheerleading practice. It feels weird, knowing that I'll never have another one. It almost doesn't seem real. I'm such a different person know from when I started, and cheer was a constant. Now I know that I need no constant except my existence, but it still feels weird. It used to be my escape. Now I'm escaping from it. Trippy.
14) I love to take pictures. I'm taking photo this year at school. I have my own camera, albeit a shitty one, and I never go anywhere without it. I want to be a journalist in foreign countries, reporting on poverty and wars and riots, telling people here about them. Making them care, even for just a few minutes. Making them think. I'll take my own photos, too.
Since I have to be up at 6 tomorrow, (6!! I know. On a Saturday!!! I know. Nationals!! I know.) I will be sleeping now. Sweet dreams.
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