I just remembered this blog existed an hour ago and have spent that time reading through every single post on here. The oldest ones made me cringe but the newer ones brought back memories and were fun to read.
I can't believe I started this blog in 2009, when I was fifteen years old and knew nothing at all about the world. I still don't know much about the world but at least I won't pretend to.
I'm twenty years old now and am still obsessed with writing and documenting my life. I've got more outlets than necessary; I've got my main diary which I keep forgetting to write in or lose every once in a while, I've got my "question a day" journal, and I've got a temporary blog on Tumblr that I made when I forgot to bring my diary with me to Long Island, where I'd be staying for three weeks.
This kind of doubles as a diary, but the content, because of the feeling of typing on a public website, is different so it's not redundant.
I'm still living in The Bronx, and I don't see that changing anytime soon. I've got a Canadian boyfriend, Justin, who I don't always get to see when I want, but he's wonderful and so much more than I could ever ask for.
I'm thinking of going to cosmetology school in the fall. Although I enjoy academics and am intelligent enough to pass classes without much effort, the school I currently go to is two hours away and I stop showing up to classes about halfway through every semester. It's kind of embarrassing; I feel like I'm wasting potential and opportunities. I need to make a change so I'm not wasting my young years (London Grammar reference). Justin is finishing medical school so he's going to do some pretty amazing things. He kind of motivates me to get my shit together because it hasn't been easy for him but he's pushed through it. Meanwhile, I keep giving up at the drop of a hat. He's going to be staying with me in August and if I haven't done what needs to be done before he gets here I'll be so embarrassed because there's no reason for me to not have my life together at this point.
