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I don’t know who I am anymore. The aging process scares me. I’m 17 and I’m officially now a senior in high school. This stuff blows. I don’t want to grow up, actually I don’t want to grow old. I feel like a blob; a really ugly blob. I don’t even though if the semi colon there is grammatically correct in the last sentence. My fears are now goading me. I feel stupid and ugly. I just want to get accepted into UW Seattle. I don’t want to close the chapter of my high school career, but of course high school has given me joy, stress, content, excitement, depression and most of all it has made me more of an attached person.
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