2025

 For Christmas, my family and I went to the Bahamas, so I wasn't at school for the last few days and couldn't take my finals. But we first went to Miami and it was great, the tall buildings, the sky, and the cars were cool down there. The next day we got on the cruise ship for the bahomas. At first, I didn't want to go but then I got cool with some people and was really having fun. After the cruise, we went back to my hometown and slept and chilled at home. I came back up to ATL 2 days later. It was really fun spending time with my family when I didn't leave with my mom and dad. It was fun and I enjoyed spending time with them. One thing that made me mad was I had got my mother and stepdad something for Christmas and I thought both of their Christmas presents were going to be big but they were small. It could fit in the palm of my hand. For New Year all I did was chill at home by myself. 5 goals I want to achieve this year are to get my job back, get a cargraduatingte to the next grade, be built, and buy my mom a house. I choose these goals for a reason, I choose them because I have to stop acting like a little boy. I have to get ready for the real world and that will be in two years or I can just start now and become the man my mom raised me to be.

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