it's like literally 9p.m. on a sunday

Dear Diary, 

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That’s what my brain is saying right now. Ughhhh this feeling like literally stinks. 

Well, here are some of my thoughts:

I had two coffees today. One from Marylous and one from Dunkin. 

I recognized the girl working the window at Marylous, but I don't know if she recognized me. AWK. 

I went home for the weekend. There was nothing to do, so I just like drove around. 

I’m happy I got to drive around though because it's like literally my favorite thing to do. 

Just driving and driving and driving. 

I got new shower shoes from Target; they were only a dollar. 

Am I in my college girl era?????? 

I love going to the library, but it stinks when I have to pack everything up just to go to the bathroom. 

I guess I wouldn’t have that problem if I went to the library with someone instead of going alone. 

When I went home for the weekend, I saw so many like people from high school. 

I think I am like literally a different person than I was in high school. Well, I don't know. I guess I could just say I have grown since then. 

Whenever I am doing nothing, I get guilty because I feel like I need to be doing something like every second of like every day. 

I broke my claw clip the other day. :(

BUT, I bought a new one yesterday. 

Am I anyone's library crush????

How am I 19 years old? Next year I’ll be 20. 

Maybe, I need to heal my teenage years. 

I am always wearing socks. 

I love butterflies. 

Should I get my haircut?

I always bite the inside of my cheeks. 

Next semester, I am double majoring: Psychology and Communications. 

The walls in my dorm are like mushy if that makes sense. They’re like squishy. 

Maybe I’m in my Reputation era.

I literally have a staircase in my dorm…

I bought a little Christmas tree for my desk, it’s so cute. 

I brought my Millie Bobby Brown shoes to school. Maybe I’ll wear them tomorrow. 

Do people even literally read this blog? 

I wonder what vibe I give off when people see me walking to class and stuff. 

It’s always weird when I come home, and my bed is like close to the floor because my bed is like sooooooo tall here at school. I literally need to use a stool to get up. 

I finally met some cool people on my floor. I’ve been scared cause I don't want people thinking i'm weird, you know? 

I’m going to have five classes Monday, Wednesday and Friday next semester. It’s giving high school. 

“It’s totally like whatever. Totally over it.”

I hope I do something on my birthday next year because I didn’t do anything this year. 

The color green is underrated. 

I think I should write a blog post about Anti-Hero or You’re On Your Own Kid, but I can’t decide which one. 

Okay, I gotta go like work on some assignments. 


Here’s a reminder that it’s okay to take a break. Breathe. You are loved. ♡

Sincerely, 

Anna


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