I haven’t written here in over a year. Nearly a year and a half. A long time.
Back in January 2016, I wrote about how 2015 had been a year. Sometimes I think I jinx myself by categorising events as the most challenging ever™ because 2016 was even more of ~a year~ than 2015.
I’ve changed so much in the past months that when I looked back at pictures from my 20th birthday in October I felt like I was looking at a child version of myself. I know she is me, but she is completely different now. When I read back my journals from a year ago I feel as if I am reading something another girl has written. It’s surreal.
The last few months have killed me, but I think (hope) I am being resurrected.
Regardless, I’m back. At least, that is the plan. I don’t exactly know what form or schedule this will take, but I want somewhere to put the pages and pages of word vomit that currently inhabit a folder on my computer titled “personal writing”.
I don’t entirely know what else to say without starting on a completely new topic. So I’ll leave it here.
(Now the internal screeching of self-doubt will start up so I’m going to go drink some tea and complain in my journal)
All my love,