I probably won’t ever post after this, lol
But I’m having such a great time in college. It’s surprising, really. I only know one other person there, so i didn’t really expect to make any friends. I mean, I won’t say I’ve made many friends, but I’ve met a lot of people who actually enjoy when I’m around. It’s really hard for me to make friends since I’m so shy and introverted, but I’m able to talk to people.
I like that a lot. I’m a lot happier in college too. It’s not the freedom. I think it’s the environment. My high school has such a terrible environment. The children are cruel there.
But maybe it’s the fact that I’ve lost weight without trying to. I haven’t gotten on a scale, so I’m unsure as to how much I’ve lost, but there’s a noticeable difference in my weight. I like that.
Anyway, later, probably.
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I don’t post much here anymore
mainly because I’m content with life.
I don’t have it figured out at all, but I feel content. It’s weird, especially since I never really feel like this too often (and it usually goes away after a few hours).
Anyway, I won’t be posting here much, if at all.
If you want my personal blog, then ask and I’ll reply in your ask box (but I warn you, I mainly reblog things on that one).
I want to go to the movies
But I’m nervous and don’t know who to ask.
I really should ask at least one person, but I feel like a bother.
I’m confused
And pretty lost. I’m not exactly sure what to do.
Things I talk about in real life
Me: I'm not sure if I'll have enough to buy the canvases, paint, and paint brushes next week.
Him: Play scratch offs. Maybe you'll win like 500 dollars!
Me: Ugh, but that means I have to walk to the store and buy one. IT MEANS COMMUNICATING WITH THE OUTSIDE WORLD. I'm not ready for that.
Is it bad to be content?
I shouldn’t be. I’m no longer friends with someone I was close to. I don’t even feel guilty about the things I said, but I apologized anyway because I realized it’s wrong o just say things to hurt people. I shouldn’t have done that - I know how it feels when he did that. I hated him for it, but I don’t regret that he finally got to feel what it was like to be on the other side of it.
I’m content. I can’t say I’m happy, but I can honestly say I’m not sad. My emotions are still up and down, but I realize that I’m smart. I’m not the best looking person, but I’m no entirely ugly either.
Actually, I’m excited for college. I’m nervous too, but I wan to meet as many people as I can, especially those with similar majors.
I’m excited for a lot of things actually.
I feel good
I feel really, really good. Beyond good. I feel like I can do anything I want.
