This is what I have so far

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This is what I have so far

Hi everyone! I am starting to write a book, with original characters and story lines. I literally just started, I don't even have a chapter yet. Anyway, could you read it and comment? I'd love some feedback :)

For as long as I can remember, I've been intimidated by the ocean. I always kept my distance as much as possible growing up. I know what it is; it's the uncertainty of what it contains. No one has explored the seemingly endless mass of water, it's probably not even possible to investigate every part of it. Last I heard, they aren't even close. Sure, they can invent some sonar equipment that might be able to sense an object floating in waters too deep to dive, maybe even discover a few new species of mammals. But, it's not possible to explore every inch of the ocean, so I shall remain happily on land.
I wasn't always like this, apparently. My moms told me that I used to love swimming. After I watched that movie, Whale Rider, it was almost impossible to keep me out of the water. I don't remember, but they were very adamant about it, so I trusted them. All I know is that it is rare to catch me within ten feet of the shore now.
It's lucky that I chose a college that is further inland. At least, it's further inland compared to where my parents used to live. I grew up practically on the sand of the beach, so I had a very conflicting childhood. I would have loved to go even farther inland, but I couldn't bear to leave my family home. I don't think it would have let my anyway. I'm just glad I'm far enough away that I no longer have to be taunted by those waves.
I'm now in the middle of the second semester of my senior year, and I'm still not sure of what I want to do as a career. I started off wanting to be a vet, because I've always been passionate about saving animals. But, once I took that first class and found out that I'd actually have to be doing dissections, the deal was off. Then, I switched my career choice to writing. I had kept a journal most of my life, and my teachers had always said that I was a natural. Still, I don't know.
I've never been able to sit down and write something creative that wasn't for school. I kept a sort of diary, where I wrote about my often dull days and any random thoughts that happened to go through my head at that point. For school, I could right anything as long as the teacher gave me a topic and restrictions. Whenever they said 'just write about something you care about', I'd be completely lost.
What am I going to do? Every minute takes me closer to the beginning of the next stage of my life, and I am in no way prepared!
Well, I'm not going to figure it out staring blankly at this wall. Believe me, I've tried it many times, none of which have been successful. Once I finally broke yet another staring contest with an inanimate object, my eyes felt strained. I didn't know I was focusing so hard on it, now I'm going to have a headache. Great, a perfect way to start off the day. A trip down memory lane and the grand finale is an incessant pain behind my eyes.
I took a deep breath, trying to bring myself back to reality. It's no use thinking about it, those days with my family. It won't bring them back, it just sends a pang of longing through my chest.