I graduated highschool in the top ten percent in a class of about 800. Finishing my courses six months earlier than most, it allowed me to start working full time. I had been a nurse's aide at a local hospital taking care of patients on the surgical unit. I landed this job through a work-study program introduced to me in school. I started working nights in the ICU as soon as I graduated and even began training as a telemetry tech for weak heart patients. My boyfriend was living in a larger city about 400 miles away. I was also trying to take part time college courses while keeping a part time job at a trendy store at the mall. I was smoking close to two packs of ciggarettes a day at the age of 18. Not good. I think it's all the Indian blood in me. The damage I have caused has been excruciatingly painful physically and mentally for me to overcome. Kids dont listen when they're told that what they do effects the people around them. Now I can look back a see all the people I have hurt. And I am sorry. I was lost, blind, pridefull, and niave to alot of the world around me... and still am. Blind to misery and niave for not recognizing it. Pride for falling in love and lost for losing it.
Trying to maintain a long distance relationship soon became my priority. I spent my weekends driving back and forth between Dallas and San Antonio. I made several trips to see him.
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