Safe to say it has been a while. I've been enjoying the highs and lows of life lol. I have no idea what has inspired this post but here I am. Its crazy how I started this blog when I was 15 and now I'm 21 and in my penultimate year of university. Being in my final year puts a lot of pressure on "knowing" what the next stages of my life will be I AM NOT READY. Like I'm ready to finally leave the education system but I am not ready to walk into adult life :'( I have barely accepted my age (I was asked how old I was by a shopkeeper today and by default I said "18". I AM 21 YEARS OF AGE) I digress, in terms of adulting, I take pleasure in not knowing so much that it has actually become my gospel. I don't know where I am going and I don't want to But I find in life as an adult that there is so much pressure to 'know' and I hate that Idk, to me, knowing my next steps forsakes any type of unpredictability. Which may be good for some who des
I am truly ashamed I let this blog die. Well technically, google plus ceasing to exist did. But I have neglected this wholesome thing I had going on and in the off chance anyone is reading this... hi? It's been a tumultuous year, truly. For some reason, after reading a bit of 'Love in Colour' by Bolu Babalola, I've been very inspired to write again. Well, I wouldn't count the garbage I type 'writing' but it's something lolol. If anyone has wanted some insight into the current mind of a British university student, here's the chance! So where do I begin, maybe with where my heads at? It's been so upsetting to see how many are struggling mentally with this lockdown, it is tough it truly is and I guess for me, my minds been up and down. Like some days I'm fine, I'm happy to just sit, listen to music, do university work, watch netflix, talk to my friends and end the day with reading or twitter. But somewhere deep down I have this small gnawin