I haven't written here since like, June!
Wow.
It's now September 11th.
12:00am on the dot.
My online school starts on the 14th. I'm kinda exited.
Online school is all I have ever wanted my whole life. I've cried over how much of a relieve it is to be kept from going to school in person.
Of course the coronavirus isn't good but some of the things it has brought have changed me as a person completely. I am forever grateful for the way I am turning out.
If I were to look at myself at the beginning of my sophomore school year, last year, I wouldn't even recognize myself. I'd probably cry.
I'd wonder where I got my confidence, and my clothes, and maybe even my makeup "skills".
Honestly, I'd just say "from TikTok"
At the start of last school year I hated the idea of TikTok I would have never guessed that that dumb app changed me for the better. More than that even.
I am so happy with the way I am becoming.
Yeah, okay, my mental health is still in a slow descent without any sign of getting better but...
I started listening to the Magnus archives about two or three weeks ago?? I'm on the fourth season now so I guess you could say I'm a tad bit obsessed.
I've made new friends too.
I think I have, they sure seem to like me okay. I wasn't the one who introduced myself first after all. Of course not.
I'm going to head to bed now, I have an arts class school orientation tomorrow at 9:00 am and my mom is "telling" me to come upstairs.
So, goodnight!! ♡︎
Side note* if I'm not distracted, I can still feel a small pang of sadness with no real cause in my heart.
I guess it's been there for a while now.
Nothing new,
I just thought I'd say.
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I Might Set Fire to This Later
Non-FictionThis book is going to be like my journal. It's going to be very personal. Like a walk through my mind. I'm challenging myself to just write with no filter. To get my thoughts out. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR TRIGGERS. You could say it's a get to...
