ThatTimeTravelerGirl

Actively reading fanfiction on Wattpad gives me agresteive nostalgia I cannot even begin to comprehend heidbdjsbd

oh hi

hi ;)

Howdy y'all 
          I dunno if I'm going to be consistently using Wattpad from now on, but I think I'll frequent the app more than before. 

Heyooooo
          I'm here to read through all of my old fanfictions. If I should post any, lemme know. They were the trash writing of 12 year old me at 3am, so OBVIOUSLY they are 10/10

Sooo... it has been a fucking while, has it not? I just had my heart broken by Dylan, again, and I'm still too stupid to give it up. I can't. This is all so dumb. 

I'm moving tomorrow???
          :)

I just want you all to know, that we are all so lucky to be here, right now, together. 
          Somewhere there's a storm, but somewhere else the sun is shining brighter than ever.
          
          Some people got married today. 
          A baby was born. 
          Someone got their first kiss. 
          Somebody out there fell in love. 
          
          The world is beautiful. It can be painful as all hell, but somewhere out there, hope exists and thrives and comes in buckets. 

Gnight
          I'm trying to be a bit more human, again. 
          How, might you ask?
          Well, first, I started reading books again. Paper books. It's been a long time since I've done that by choice. 
          I forgot how much I like the smell of books. How much I loved just the experience of holding the book and flipping through the pages. 
          I finished Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda in less than a day, and started The Help. 
          
          I'm the lead in the school musical, too. I play Mary Poppins. It's exciting, because it was only two years ago I even started thinking about doing anything to do with performing arts, and just over a year since I first got into it all. 
          
          And don't even get me started on music. I've found my two favorite bands (The Beatles, and Panic! At The Disco, pre-split), some good friends, and have managed to get over my first major teenage heartbreak, for the most part. There's still a few bumps I'm working out, but nobody said I couldn't take my time. 
          
          For the first time in a long time, I'm happy and comfortable in my skin. I don't have to lie and say I think I'm an attractive person. I'm finally starting to genuinely believe that, maybe, I have a few things going for me.
           
          Maybe being human isn't the worst thing. 

Haven't done this in a while, but happy birthday to Alexander Hamilton, I guess.