#olivia's thoughts

By some miracle, I remembered the password to this account to create a blog for my internship last year. It's bizarre seeing people still posting, but, like in a cool way. I really do miss the heyday of Tumblr. It's funny reading my old posts. I've always had a dramatic streak (would you expect anything less from a Leo moon) and I don't know if that's subsided with age. Though that girl is so far away, I still recognize her. And I forgive her. I just want to make past me proud.

Any who, here's some things that have happened since I last posted 5 years ago.

Got laid off from my fundraising job (thanks COVID).

Moves I made: SF -> South Bay/Silicon Valley -> Detroit -> Seattle -> Detroit.

Got my masters degree and became a librarian.

Started healing my relationship with my family.

Cultivated some friendships, lost a lot more friendships.

Dated quite a bit, then not.

Visited 15 states for the first time.

Navigated situational depression.

Saw a therapist, registered dietitian, and personal trainer, to heal my mental, physical, and emotional health.

Pursued an ADHD diagnosis (pending results).

Dove headfirst into astrology studies.

For some time, I thought I wanted to build roots back home in Detroit. But the longer I stay here, the less I'm sure that I want to call Detroit home for good. To be fair, I have only been back here for 6 months, most of which has been spent either working, taking care of my grandma, or sick. So I can't say I've given home a fair chance yet. But I'm also bored. I don't feel the same inspiration to live as I once did. That could be a result of COVID-19 lockdown burnout though. Maybe I just need another road trip or festival or book or drugs to reignite the spark inside of me.

For now, I just need to do my absolute best. Maybe things will fall into place from there. But, knowing my Scorpio stellium ass, nothing I gain comes without a good ol' life-altering transformation.

Until next time, xoxo,

is that you will never truly get revenge on them. Sure, you can sculpt a banging body, find some hobbies, get a hotter boyfriend, etc. But do they care? No. Sure, they may notice you’re doing better. Sure, they may start missing you. Sure, it might even seem like they care. But they want you again out of their own selfish needs and insecurities. And it fucking sucks. It really does. Because who doesn’t daydream about running into one that did them wrong, and having the one that did them wrong moping over what they missed out on? Yeah, they missed out, but if they don’t sincerely care that they missed out, what does it matter? Indifference is a bitch.