I still cannot believe that the last time that I posted on here it was 2017. Two years have passed and sometimes I can't believe where my life is now. A Manhattan girl just looking for the next big break. Hoping one day I can shine, living out every typical moment of a 20-something year old's life. Sometimes, I can't believe where I am- where did it all go? Somehow, I thought college would last forever. It seems like only yesterday I was just finding my way through all of it. Just yesterday I was studying away in London thinking about what graduation would be like. And now it's been a year since graduation and I'm out trying to figure out my next move. One thing, I wish they would have told me- is that it's a lot harder than trying to study for those exams or trying to get that cute guy to look back your way. Sometimes, I still feel like I'm seventeen on the inside, as if I never truly grew up I just got older. I think that saying about being as old as you f
I never think I realized how much of my life is like the movie "Speak". How throughout the movie she is unsure how to tell anyone about what happened to her, and even the one "friend" she has won't even give her the time of day to say anything. She even questions if anyone would notice if she simply stopped talking all together. That moment when she's sitting at the pep rally, watching the guy who assaulted her all over another girl, she runs. For me, instead it was a friend and I had to watch as everyone believed him instead of me, how everyone trusted that I was the one who forced him into it. Watching my "friends" disappear was one of the hardest things I'd ever live through, or just seeing which ones actually cared enough to listen. They were all so sure I has "misunderstood" that because I didn't scream or say "no" that it was just fine. Sometimes, I still get the flashbacks, those are the worst. They keep me up a