It’s been two months since my last entry for this blog series, so I thought why not continue with it now—my brain could use some depth.
For the past two years, on my birthday, I used to write something that I thought holds enough wisdom and meaning to share with you. Now, as I turned 25, I feel like I don’t have anything to say—maybe why this post is a week late. Yes, I turned 25 last week, and I don’t know how to feel about it?
my hands shaking
but only for a second
I pulled the trigger
When society tells you to be yourself, they don’t mean it, right?
I mean, how can they when they still judge you, anyway?
Hi, friends ~
I’m happy to be back with my monthly journal spread. I keep doing this even though I think I am not improving. Hahaha! But it is my first time using Tombow brush, so I was ecstatic!
I welcomed the month admiring the beauty that is the moon in its full waning gibbous glory. I was with my high school friends, strolling on a highway. It was nostalgic; it was youthful.