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The first thing you must know about me is that I have never had a “normal” relationship with my siblings. There are three of us: 21, 18, and 15. I am the 18 year old, the dreaded middle child. Our childhood...

It’s 2 AM on a school night am I’m wide awake. No it’s not because I pulled an all-nighter for the History test tomorrow; not because I’m finishing my AP Psychology notes due later that day. No. I woke up this morning for the wailing two month old baby in my room. 11 months ago my life was more than normal.
Sex and high school go hand in hand. You're either thinking about it, having it, not having it, or talking about it. It really can, well for lack of a better word, screw you… pun intended. At this age, with your hormones raging out of control and realizing that the boys in your class have never looked so good, it's really hard to think about anything else. I'm not saying that all teens are crazy horn-balls- despite what my parents believe. There just seems to be an unspoken (or even sometimes spoken) law that everything must be about sex...
I am the queen of procrastination. I’m sure you hear that a lot, but I don’t think that you really understand. I’m bad. I’m extremely bad.
Imagine a world without pain; without heartbreak and disappointment and confusion.  That doesn't sound all too bad does it?  It actually sounds quite nice.  But to take away the pain you must also take away the happiness and excitement and love.
Senior Prom season has finally come to a close, but fear not Juniors, your time to shine-or panic- is right around the corner. Prom season is a lovely time full of tuxedos and fancy dresses, of shoes and spring flowers, of under aged drinking and sweaty "bumping and humping"... Well, the truth had to come out eventually.
As summer draws to a close, many of you are probably nervous, or excited, or dreading the first day of school. There's a lot that goes into preparing for school: new supplies, clothing, classes, people, haircuts... and that's just the beginning of the list!...
I run into my house and slam the door.  The lock turns with a definitive click.  Safety. “Hi honey how was your day?” Asks my mom sitting at the kitchen counter, her perfectly manicured fingers flipping through the latest issue of Vogue. “Fine.” I lied. I could’ve told her about the red paint on my locker today. How it had stained my hands as I tried to wipe away the dripping “SLUT”.
Let me tell you about my walk to work. I leave my apartment, and then walk past a few hotels. After a couple blocks, I begin to pass by almost every expensive store in the entire city. My neighbors are famous shoe designer Jimmy Choo, Prada, and jewelry store David Yurman...

A Buddhist proverb says, “if your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete.” I think this pretty much sums up what having confidence in yourself means, You need to not only know, but also love yourself for who you are. Only then can you love others as they deserve to be loved. Its funny how that works out, and how true it is despite seeming so backward. But I can attest to this truth.

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