The Life of a Very Confused teenager

You know that feeling when you have this big secret and you can't tell anybody, but really the secret somehow hurts you inside. Well, that's exactly what I'm going throught. But, it's not a secret that somebody else told; it's a secret that is between my brain and my heart. My brain talks of leaving my bf because school is important but, my heart goes don't leave him, you love him. So it's really like what should I do? I mean it's hard enough dealing with the things I do, then having guys on top of it. Jeez, being a teenager is so confusing. While having God's shining on me, anyway. He believes in me even, when I don't in Him. It's still hard to know what's right and wrong because there is so much temptation in this world. Plus there is so many question to life we always wanted to answer. But, we can't for example.... What is love? You think you know the answer but really there is no answer. That's what we spend life doing looking for answers. But we don't what happens when we don't find the answers? What do you think?

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