Shifa | 17 | NYC

It’s the oldest story in the world. One day you’re 17 and planning for someday. And then quietly and without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.
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What the hell am I going to do if I get to pharmacy school and hate it.


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" The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies. "
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" Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine. "
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" April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself. "
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