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As of lately, I’ve been taking it slow. A lot of things have happened this year alone but they were for the better. My family has started to hang out and be together more. (We’ve been distant for a while). It’s good now though things have settled down since last year I know what I want to be and I think I can achieve it.

17

I started this blog when I was 17 and wrote shitty poetry because that’s all that I could do at the time, was write.  I had started homeschooling for my junior year and thought that this would be an enjoyable way to not lose my mind while putting something of mine out. That didn’t really happen, I didn’t have the courage to do so but that will change.

This was supposed to be the place where I wrote about anything without being scared but, the opposite happened. I didn’t want anyone seeing my work so I stopped and started up again when I thought I could do it and then left again because I was scared.  This cycle has been going on for over 3 years.

Instead, I lost interest in writing and I picked up reading books and watching movies. I wasn’t really thinking of writing even though it was something that I loved to do. I don’t think I was the best it was just fun to write.

I’m gonna be honest with you I haven’t written in over a year because nothing has come to mind.

Caring

I realized this year that I care about all the wrong things. Like what people will or won’t think of me or things that aren’t super important like watching the next episode of a series versus going to bed or eating. I want to stop that this year and make time for more important things like my health and time management.

Nostalgia

I’ve been cleaning out my room to get rid of stuff and was hit with a lot of memories I had forgotten about. I used to love the Bratz dolls and had a few of them (like 10) but stopped playing with them when I went to middle school (maybe 6th or 7th grade I don’t remember. They were in the back of my closet until I found them in a box the other day. I was freaking out (in a good way) because of the memories that came back my friend used to come over and we would play with our dolls a lot of the time when we were younger.