I’m currently taking time off life to adjust to adulthood. So I haven’t been going to the gym. I’m enjoying what I did when I wasn’t working but like, more emotionally sound. I know that sound strange but it’s what I’m doing. It’s nice. I have one more day left of this and it’s back to the grind. I’m letting myself have it.
I recently got bangs. By recently, I mean yesterday. I don’t think it’s everyone’s taste. For me personally, I feel so much cooler to myself. It’s more of my inner style. But I feel like I’m not as attractive objectively so I’m less appealing. I’ll get over that feeling eventually. Either way, my hair is officially almost all free of split ends and damage. And it’s been so long since I’ve been banged, I forgot what it’s like. It’s the first time I’ve been banged this year, lololol.
I feel like I’m about to live my 30s the way I wanted to in my 20s. It’s kind of exciting.
One day at a time.
I need to donate my old jeans soon. I don’t fit them anymore. I’m kind of sad out of habit but at the same time, I’m still okay with my chunky ass. I still have a few months or more until summer, idgaf.
Why is it that when I quit smoking, I feel like I see more and more people around smoking. Like, not vaping (because vaping is stupid, you look stupid, I said it) but like actual cigarettes (which should be the only way to smoke). I want to make friends with them. I want to smoke with them. But all I can do is make-believe in my head. It’s depressing; I love smoking.
Things will fall into place. I’m learning lessons properly now, which is still ridiculous to me.
I thought this mindless entry would go better than it actually is. I give up. I’m going back to my Korean drama. I have to finish it even though it wasn’t the best one and I’ve fallen out of love with my recent Korean fantasy boyfriend.