MY OASIS

If i truly think he's the one, I have nine months.

Seven months to get skinny.

Seven months to get smart. 

Seven months to grow my hair long. 

Seven months to become someone he wants to be with

Seven months. 

A lot can happen in Seven months. 

Some sort of familiarity with this word is so frightening yet so so settling. 

Ive grown up leaving. Every year in school was always me being the new kid, me trying to find my crowd, me finally letting people in and then me leaving.

It was like everything was constantly temporary.

best friends. lovers. family. neighbors. always leaving. 

has it made me stronger?

So.. 

I guess I've been feeling a lot. 

Not exactly where to start, so let me just start. 

The past two years have included my highest highs, and my lowest lows. 

I was in a toxic, emotionally abusive relationship. 

I got to live in a foreign country with the greatest people I had ever met.

I lost my hope scholarship. 

I got to transfer to one of the greatest schools in my state. 

I got to meet tons of new people.