I feel like I've always lived life thinking that I should be an exception...

Maybe undeserving-ly, maybe not. That bad things happen, but not to my family. That work is difficult, but not for me. In impossible situations, I would pull through. I've been disappointed at times, but I've always felt that God has been and always will be there for me. And that even though things may be hard right now, I know it'll be better, or at least easier, later on.

I really hope I get a break. I know for a fact that I'm under-qualified and ill-prepared for the things I want to do in life, but I really hope I get that undeserving break. To be an exception at the least. There are big things that I need to do. I've made a lot of promises to myself, to my Mom... to my Dad. I want to be a part of something so meaningful and so powerful. And I just want to make a difference.

But sometimes I get so worried that what was supposed to be exceptional is actually going to end up being ordinary; that things will unravel into its usual ways again.

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On a lighter note, I am so hungry right now. I've been eating soup all day and now I'm craving chipotle, chocolate cake, a cheeseburger, quesadillas, tiramisu, bubble tea... mmm