I keep thinking about writing a book, but then I realize I can’t even manage to write an entry once a week.
It’s been five or six months since my last entry. I don’t know why I never write anymore. It used to be a daily occurrence for me, and it used to help. Although, since my last entry, a lot of what I’ve been carrying around with me seems to have gotten better. I’m not obsessing over S* anymore, thankfully. I dream of the day that I don’t think about him anymore at all.
As for 2021....
It’s turning out to be just as good as 2020 was to me. I started working as a substitute in my local school district.
I completed my open water dive certification May 4th. I’m officially a scuba diver. Who would’ve thought?
I honestly had so much I was thinking about writing about, and now....I just don’t feel like it anymore :/ .
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