This is my last article, because I am just burned out with wrting. I may write an occassional blog or two, but my life just doesnt have enough to talk about. In my little simple life all I do is sit at home studying, or go to work, or go to school. My life has nothing amazing happen in it. I have no dates to write about, no love to write about, and no real friends to complain about. Nothing in this life of mying is amazing.
My life will always be the life of a simple girl in a big city. A simple girl who wants to go somewhere and do something. A simple girl who wants to go out in the world and make a difference. All I know is that my life will be a tiny unnoticable wrinkle in the bedsheet of life. I will not be a great writer ( all you have to do is read my terrible writing), I will never paint a masterpiece, I will never write a sypmhony.
Eventually I will adopt children or produce children and I will raise them the best that I know how to. I will mabye be their hero, but I will never be a medal of honor winner. I will never find the cure to cancer or AIDS or anything else. I will never help mankind in much of anyway.
I will always be simple Elaina Beverwyk who got swallowed up by the big city.