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Sometimes she felt like she didn't know anything at all. She couldn't decide what she wanted to do or what she needed to do or what she ought to do. There was one side of her, the traditional side, an obvious influence of her parents, which consisted of beliefs she had never questioned. Yet when faced with finding a reason now, she could not explain why she felt that these beliefs were true. It was as if she thought she had known everything because she had been blindly accepting what her parents always told her and she had just assumed that it would be right. Yet right now, she had no idea what was right or what was wrong. All she knew was that her parents would not approve of what she was doing and that they would never forgive her for being anyone but the girl they had always wanted her to be. Yet she herself wasn't quite certain whether what she had gotten herself involved into was right or wrong, nor was she quite sure whether the next day she would regret having done it. This was a confusing time in her life, a time of learning, a time of questioning, and most of all, a time in which she need her friends.
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Captured like a camera in flowing lucid prose. Good work. Does that have anything to do with you ? Dont bother if it is personal. Just trying to guage your mental framework.
Thank you. I am actually trying to figure out what is going on in somebody else's head when I wrote this so I can understand them better.
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