I keep hoping I'll have something important to say. Important and acceptable enough to put in a blog. But I don't.
What feels like my entire life I haven't had anything to hide about myself. Maybe everything that was apart of me wasn't immediately obvious but I didn't have any deep dark secrets to be ashamed of.
I do now. And that's changed me. significantly.
I'm still the same person I was a year ago but in a sense, worse off. I'm more afraid of the things around me. I'm more indulgent to any vices I previously had and have grown new ones.
Sometimes, on days like today, it's hard to think if there's been anything positive. I'm supposed to say that i've grown and i'm a better person. But that isn't always true.
On other equally unimportant hands:
Things I've bought in the last weeks:
1. Vintage Underwood Typewriter
2. Pretty colorful sun dress
3. the most gorgeous bag in the world.
Things I've done of little significance:
1. finally cleaned my room
2. finally updated my computer, aim, and internet.
3. got accepted into only 1 school. waiting on the other
4. gone to the doctor what feels like half a million times
Things I want to do:
1. buy new furniture
2. wear more dresses
3. move out.
4. move on.
5. think of a birthday present for adam.
6. paint and decorate.
7. stop taking daytime naps
8. start doing my homework
9. buy cute shoes
10. buy my ticket to Chile.