Diary Kind of Thing

November 26, 2019

Wow. I've been dead for way too long.

I know absolutely no one is gonna read this because anyone who used to, our bridges are pretty much burned.

But let's recount. At the beginning of 2018, I moved to New York and spent a year there. I dyed the ends of my hair purple and was vibing. I met my almost boyfriend and then moved to just a friendship with him. I bleached my hair fully and dyed it a vibrant red. I turned 14 somewhere in there. I went through a lot of family shit. And I grew closer with some friends from my old school. 2019 rolls around and I finish my 9th grade year in New York. During the summer, we decided to move back to where I was before. I dyed my hair red again and lost connection with a sister who I trusted more than my parents. I grew closer with my other sister. My nephew was born and I turned 15. My middle sister got engaged and recently got a cat. I continued to grow closer to a friend and went through a lot of drama. I met another guy through this friend and we got really close. Now they are both some of my closest friends. My anxiety and depression got worse, and I was finally given something to combat it. I'm attending the school I was at again. I'm in my 10th grade year. I just cut my hair. I disconnected from a friend and am in the process of another disconnection. I'm learning to love myself more and learning to not stick with toxic relationships.

That was a really quick summary of what has happened in the last year. There's still a ton of shit going on. And it's weird to look at this and see how I've grown. Correct me if I'm wrong, but this diary is going on almost four years of updates. That's wild. I'll try to update more, but I always say that.

I miss when this story was my life. I miss when things were a bit easier. But things get better and things get worse. So I'll see if I can update this at regular intervals, but no promises.

Love you guys (platonically, of course)