#fickleprick

Wow, tantos años que hayan pasado 🫢 se me entra una tristeza viendo el 24. Desde hoy, me falta 107 días hasta que cumple 29.

My first post was when I was 15! This blog is an archive of me. Recently in my healing journey I can say I’ve been actively reliving my childhood hobbies and dreams. This place was my open journal. Ideky I was just openly sharing personal details about me to the internet! Now that I’m older, I fear of the consequences of being chronically online (my new fave buzz phrase!).

Idk how I’ll use this space again but thank you for still being here and the warm welcoming.

BUT before I go update my description —my name is so funny. I was fickle about life because I didn’t trust myself or what I wanted/needed. I’m now at peace with life and living because I know anywhere I go, I’ll always survive and thrive. Also an interesting development on being fickle about pricks 😂!! I’ve been dating my girlfriend for over a year now and recently came out as a lesbian. Every day I get more and more signs/things clicking that point to “Damn bitch, you was fruity and gay for the longest! How did you not know?” Well internalized homophobia thanks to growing up Catholic really does a number on you! I wanna do a TikTok about my experience of realizing I was a lesbian while tripping off a 50mg weed gummy.

I think I realized how I can use this space again. Write again! Even if it is personally about my life, I’m still significant and I can still share my thoughts and stories 😌