#hopefullyrelatable

So last night my boyfriend of 2 years and what would have been 11 months broke up with me over the phone. Pretty ironic because for over a year we have been doing distance, and our most intimate conversations was between a fucking screen. Even more ironic we broke up with each other half way across the world. What a way to enter into what is supposed to be my crazy, wild, roaring 20s: emotionally crippled and cynical. I used to look at all my single friends/social media culture and be thankful that I had someone that was consistent. I didn’t have to deal with the rejection that accompanies the lovely trend of being “ghosted” or the uncertainty of what a late night drunkenly makeout session might mean to my relationship status. Well. That safety net is gone. He is gone. And it blows. So what better time to start a blog I will be shitty keeping up with. I’m at a point in my life where I am supposed to be focusing on forming the foundations of a career in school and honestly I don’t even know what I am doing. I don’t know what I want my life to look like in 10-15 years. I don’t know what I have planned next month. Everyone seems to have it together. People my age are studying abroad, doing boss ass internships, taking summer classes. I’m stuck; frozen. Not sure if this is normal for someone my age. When I was younger I thought people going into their 20s were grown up. I still struggle answering the question constantly asked in elementary and middle school: “What do you want to be when you grow up?” Answering “astronaut” is apparently no longer acceptable. Guess I will figure it out.