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2 Weeks. 14 Days. 336 hours. 20,160 minutes. 2 Weeks.

Two weeks ago I was praying to survive each minute. A week ago I was praying to survive each hour. Today I started praying to make it through the day. A day at a time, right? Two weeks ago I lost my job, and broke up with my boyfriend. I know the whole heartbreak thing is very "teenager" of me, but it hurt and It's taken some getting used to. Two weeks ago if you asked me what I was going to do I would have replied with an outburst of sobbing and my nose running. Today, if you asked me the same question I would actually be able to give you an answer. So you might be wondering how I am two weeks later from whole ordeal. I am doing OKAY. I am going to be just FINE. I don't question this, I know this. I've learned to take baby steps. The first thing great that has happened to me was a J-O-B. You heard me! I am the luckiest girl in the world to only have been unemployed for two weeks. What a blessing. This has given me something to look forward to and that's a step in the right direction. Am I a dramatic person? I can be. These weeks have been hard, but I'm surviving. God is so great, I am so blessed, and I know that I have a very bright future ahead (:

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