Journal entry 1: prologue
Hi. I'm Laurel Smith, aged 14, still an eighth grader. To me time moves too fast and too slow at the same time, and I am slightly paranoid. Existential crises are common, but I have a small handful of close friends (Tae, Jules, Kaitlyn, and Alex) and a few 'acquaintances'...? Maybe 'distant friends' is a better term. I'm socially awkward to people I don't know, but it's gotten better since I've made more friends. I'm spontanious and definitely not athletic, and I have a serious case of RBF (aka resting bxtch face). I'm the mom friend, but I enjoy being irresponsible when I can. Life is stressful, and my coping mechanism is music. I love art but I wish that I could be better (even though everyone thinks my art is amazing) I'm always worrying if it's good enough, am I good enough, and have I done enough with my life at this point? I'm done rambling till next entry; goodbye.
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