AH!! Hello >:3ccc

I'm not gonna add Linda to this because her and Lucy are dating and,,, you can assume they get along FAIRLY well AHSJDHFKJDFHG also this is gonna be under a read more CAUSE IT'S LONG.

What's your comfort game?

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

Woah this is so cute and fun

Why God, do people fall apart? A promise and a ring becomes a broken thing, a road that got to hard?

I don’t understand, but I understand.

Why God, do we feel so alone? Every single day, fighting thru the pain, hoping there is hope.

So this is maybe a bad place to start. 

But I’m maybe a tad drunk. Today, I turned twenty-three. And I want to write every day. i want to be a better person, or rather, a better version of myself that takes an active role in my own betterment. Twenty-one and twenty-two were terrible years for me and I was to take back myself from my own eras of self. I am my own being and have control of my own self, even if other iterations of my self try to tear me down and make me something lesser than who I can be. This is who has my active consciousness and I can only be my very own self here. So I will write my self here. Maybe it will be poetry, maybe it will be blog, and maybe it will just be diary. Regardless, all things are acceptable for my own interaction with myself. 

This will be short, as I cannot function well enough to make a full post.

I had a good birthday. I spent time with friends, old and current. I’m trying to make a slight but active effort to connect with friends who are near me. My college friends who are hours away cannot provide the same sort of interaction that I need to maintain social interaction that gives me the same kind of fulfillment. I need to help myself by allowing myself to interact and find joy with other people. I need to reach out and make friends, and understand that whatever discomfort and awkwardness I feel is justified and acceptable. And that is all okay. I can be friends with people I disagree with; it is simply more work. And I understand that the extra work involved is an acceptable cost for expanding my personal horizons. How can I grow, if not by dissenting views of my other selves? I will explain some day what I mean by other selves,  but I cannot now, not while my brain is fuzzy. I do not like that the beginning of this starts off with such a dissonant note, but I assure my self and you that further posts will not often have this tone. I only hope that the above is understandable, or at the very least approachable. Currently, my brain tells me that it is all poetic approaches and therefore, acceptable and understandable in the right way.