I’m restarting my life today.
No , seriously.
I’m done waking up with nothing. No momentum. No direction. Just existing.
I’m tired of the drama too.
And yeah, before anyone says it , I know a lot of it is my fault.
I was “that girl.”
The party girl. The social one. The one everyone knows.
And it looks fun.
It looks like freedom.
It’s not.
It’s loud, until it isn’t.
It’s full of people, until you actually need one.
Because when the night ends and everything goes quiet,
there’s no one to call.
That’s the part no one talks about.
How someone can be surrounded all the time… they boys, the cool friends, maybe even some rich and famous people… and still feeling completely alone.
That’s my reason.
So I’m starting over.
Not in a dramatic, overnight transformation way, but for real this time.
Messy. Slow. Probably uncomfortable.
I quit the things that were keeping me stuck.
I’m finishing school.
I’m rebuilding my habits from the ground up.
Gym.
Counseling.
Getting my head right.
Actually figuring out who I am without all the noise.
This is me choosing something different.
If you’ve ever had to start over too,
you’ll probably understand where this is going.
