One Day. . .

I had this information in the description, but with the new layout, it looked funny.

As far as life is concerned, I have no fucking clue as to how to approach it. I am trying to figure it out: slowly? but surely.

I am eighteen. I am cliche when it comes to most aspects of my life.
I want to live life to the fullest.
I want to succeed.
I want to be beautiful and thin.
I want to be most things I am not.

I wish things were different sometimes.
I tend to be a negative nancy, and I want that to change.

I love friends, and I can tolerate my family.
I LOVE to sing and dance,

and attending college far away was one of the healthiest decisions of my life.


People call me a “crush slut,” but I am in search of finding him.

I am prude, and I know that won’t be the case once I am comfortable in my skin.

I want to change and be different.


However, I just want to live, laugh, love, and be loved in return.