welp. here we are.
too much to say to even start. it’s been real, single me. we’ve had a good long run together, and sometimes i am still so amazed, after looking back at all the years and fears and dramatics and highs and lows and late night poem writing and romeo and juliet-watching and laughter and sweetness and deep thoughts and innocence and loss thereof and just me-ness, to find myself where i am today. i couldn’t be happier, but i also can’t help but bid a wistful adieu to my sixteen-year-old self. my passionate, angry, determined sixteen-year-old self. and my nerdy, whale-loving, neon green-wearing eleven-year-old self, of course.
we’re getting married, girls.