It’s funny starting off this post bc 1.its been a while and 2. I thought that after my 25th bday i was going to be way more active on here. For starters… I am not OCD but I hate odd numbers in multiple aspects of my life (maybe I’ll expand on that later). Every time I have turned an odd number (age), i have mentally prepared for a bad year (like I literally despise birthdays bc of how much I reflect on the past and expect for the next) . WELL 24 sucked ass so bad that i thought “maybe it’s the odd years that suck and not my odd ages”. Soooo, when I turned 25 I was determined to make it the best ever. I documented every day of my first month of 25 and posted it on insta and fb and thought to myself that I was going to do this every month just to prove to myself. Well… October slowly started turning down and then November and then December. I soon realized that I needed to stop fixating on all of these dumb external things that have nothing to do with me and actually focus on myself. I’m literally at a point in my life that I never thought I would be at as a 25 year old but I still have such an amazing support system. My family and friends have stood by me way more than I could ever imagine. I truly have no idea what my next move is in my life but I am not as scared as I have been in the past mostly because of who I am surrounded by everyday. I am not a mushy person (AT ALL) so even this is hard to write but I keep reminding myself how therapeutic writing is and how much it has helped me in the past so I guess my one New Years resolution (I said I wasn’t going to do any) is to keep this dumb blog updated. Thanks for reading if you got this far.