At the time of writing it is 10:11pm on the first Monday night of my junior year in high school and the weight is slowly beginning to grace my shoulders, however I know I'll continue to stay afloat.
I did not in fact check in the day after my first day, I don't know why I thought I'd have the energy but obviously I didn't. I hardly have the energy now, but I wanted to create a blogpost and I felt I couldn't post anything else until I did another check in so here I am.So far everything school-wise has been rather relaxed, other than a few homework assignments here and there, that of which I was able to get done early anyhow. I'm 32 pages into The Goldfinch and already crying. I saw my boyfriend and good friend this weekend and we DIY'd and smoked weed and danced (I didn't dance, I nodded along in my chair. Too stoned). I made a patch but didn't get the chance to sew it on the shirt I had like I wanted to, but that's alright, I will eventually.
Today I wrote in my english journal about queer identity and my past struggles with naming myself. I talked at my lunch table about sex and flagging without asking and didn't realize I may have been inappropriate until directly after. My poetry teacher is a preacher with the stunning face of a Neanderthal, there is something godly running through his veins. My aunt knew him in high school.
It is 10:20pm at the time of writing and my eyes are half closed but my mind keeps running. Talk to you again when I get the chance. Goodnight.
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