I feel like when I started blogging, my brain was so cleared of anything super stressful. It's weird, because those of you who read my blog frequently (aka no one) have seen me change a lot. Not to toot my own horn, but I have to admit that things have happened in my life since I started blogging (American Studies, Larissa and Anna leaving--although Anna leaving isn't anything new, it never gets any easier--, realizing things about certain friends that disgust me) that have both made me grow up and made my skin thicker (and you never thought "thick" and "Alan" would go in the same sentence! Zing!). Ugh, I apologize for the awkward dashes within the repetitive parentheses, but Joe has yet to teach us about the dash.
But lately, I feel like I have been kind of regressing back into the more timid, fearful version of myself, and I hate it. I never knew this side of myself until the beginning of freshman year. It's the side of me that constantly wishes I could be somewhere else - not even somewhere else, but sometime else. I am really happy with my life; I love who surrounds me, Larissa, Anna, Paul, my parents, my group of friends from Mercer Island, the "gems" (thanks Riss) I have found/have been trying to find at SAAS... But it's more about wishing I could be in a different part of my life, mostly the past. I don't know, this is just rambling now and alsdkjvcnalsdkjn.
BYE, love you.
