I was never one that though blogging was any use of all, until I embarked on my first journey into womanhood. You know, beside my first period. As I stepped into the cold townhouse that was my new home, I knew this would be a challenge. After my big move (from Virginia to Pennsylvania), I was surprised by some of the changes and challenges. I have yet to make one friend, nor utter a word to a fellow Pennsylvanian. I have also made amazing progress in violently regretting my parents recognition. My mother prays to high heavens to become best friends with me, but hardly makes the effort to connect, and we all know how I feel about my dad.
So, I suppose the real story is that I have yet to make friends and so blogging has become my only way to connect with someone, anyone. I doubt I'll keep up with this, just like my journal from sixth grade. But who knows, it is true that I've never been this lonely before. You realize your life will result in multiple cats and novellas (Spanish soap operas) when the most exciting thing you've experienced all day is eye contact with a boy across a cafe. Dear lord, help me.
So, I suppose the real story is that I have yet to make friends and so blogging has become my only way to connect with someone, anyone. I doubt I'll keep up with this, just like my journal from sixth grade. But who knows, it is true that I've never been this lonely before. You realize your life will result in multiple cats and novellas (Spanish soap operas) when the most exciting thing you've experienced all day is eye contact with a boy across a cafe. Dear lord, help me.
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