I should have written this entry ages ago, but I hesitated-- procrastination (one of the few things I'm good at, and also a habit I am trying to shake off) took hold of me again. But I digress.
I'm back. A plane took me and my mother home five days ago, and almost everything was just as I had left them, but the way I felt about things would never be the same. But to say that nothing else had changed would be incorrect. Home had aged while I was gone. We both did.
My best friend moved away and I am starting to feel the distance. I am sad but this is nothing new to me. I have surrendered my life to change.
I feel knots in my stomach and my eyes are misty. Tomorrow is my first day in a new school and I do not know what to expect.
Seventeen and studying Psychology. I like books, coffee, lyricism, magic hour, (in)signifcant moments, free-verse poetry, mental disorders, female anatomy, pretty smiles, late night conversations, and the time it takes for two people to transcend the boundary between strangers and friends.
I keep sadness at bay by constantly falling in love with the little things in life. My name is Anna and this is where I try to write.
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