Dear Diary... Sincerely, Anna

Whenever I drive past her house,  I still look in the driveway for her car.  Whenever our song comes up on my playlist,  I always imagine when we would scream the lyrics together— like nothing else mattered in the world. This is kinda funny,  like in a way. It makes me wonder if she ever thinks about me. It is kinda funny,  right? Funny like our old inside jokes that we used to share. The jokes we made over text late at night. The jokes we used to smirk at in class when the teacher was talking. It’s funny because we are strangers now.  Funny because I never got a “goodbye.” Funny because I will never know why. 

“I’m truly myself when I’m just alone” I was watching an interview with Olivia Rodrigo the other day. She said something that made me sit and think. She was talking about how she feels more like herself when she is alone. I physically had to pause this video to think about what she said. I agree with her, I am more myself when I am alone. I think it might be because when I am with others, my mind is constantly racing. Wondering what someone might say next or what I should say next.  “Songwriting is kind of like a friend for you” I don't write music because I don't know how to play any instruments. I wish I did, but I never got into it. However, I understand what she means. Writing is a friend to me. I write when I am sad, and I write when I am happy. I always had trouble with friends and trust in general, but it allowed me to grow a stronger relationship with the art of writing. Writing pen to paper is somewhat like having a conversation with someone. I feel as if everything I...