I started this blog when I was 2 months shy of turning 18. I stopped writing because I just forgot what I was doing with this. I wanted to write, I still do, I have notebooks and shoe boxes filled with things that cross my mind.
It's 2015, and I'm here again, a lot of things have happened since my last entry. A lot of bad things and a whole lot of good things too. I just can't believe how much has actually happened around me or how much time has gone by.
I've lost people, gained people. I've fallen in love, a whole bunch too. I've learned to feel so much and cry more than I ever thought possible. I've learned so much about who I am, and discovered so many layers to my self. I have done a whole lot of living.
And though a lot of things have changed, a lot of things haven't.
22. I'm still a work in progress, because I always get lost, it's so typical of me, and unusual if I don't, and the only difference between being lost now and being lost those 3 years ago, is that now, I actually like it.