It’s strange to be able to say these next few things, journal, since I started writing here when I was a baby teen and I’ve grown so much in these 7 years. At least I think it’s been 7. Too lazy to spend 10 seconds going back to check.
(Okay fine, I checked and what the actual fuck it’s been nearly 8 years.)
As I was saying!
I made it through high school.
I fell in love with a boy.
I completed a bachelor’s degree at a wonderful school that completely changed my life.
I learned to navigate around chronic mental illnesses and now understand myself so much better because of it.
I maintained relationships with dear friends who scattered around the world after graduation.
I returned to my high school for our 5-year reunion.
I just finished my master’s degree.
And I’m not supposed to tell people this next thing because of complications that I’ll further explain, but…
I’m getting married.
Holy shit, right? That little baby child who started this journal all those years ago is now engaged!!