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term 2 had already started. i'm seventeen[soon] and i'm a step away from building my life according to the way that i want it to be. it's an overwhelming thought that had been reluctant to dissapear from my brain. Poly life,followed by National Service. I'm sad to say that i'm not ready to move on. i can't believe i'm feeling very emotional writing bout this but my secondary school life is too darn good. i'm such in love with my friends that the only thing i think of when i'm in a bad situation,is the sight of seeing them laugh and the unconditional love that my friends and me share. Some people may find moving on in life brings you to a step closer to the thing that you want,but how is that even possible when all i truly want is to be surrounded by friends,which is currently,today. I'm afraid of the impending depression that i will face. i'm not ready and i hope time will slowly assure me that moving on is the best thing to do. i pray everyday to build the armor within me to defend myself. guess only time will tell,if the armor is strong enough.