Graduation is in 27 days. Where did the time go? Up until now, my whole life has been planned out for me (for the most part). Grade school, middle school, high school, 4-year college, get your bachelors, get a job... so on. I'm on track. I'm thankful for all the people who have helped me stay on track my whole life (i.e. my parents, the real MVPs). But now everythings kind of started to be a gray area. A swirling black hole of nothing. I have no idea what's ahead of me and it scares me to death. My mom was making plans for this upcoming family vacation for the holidays and asked me if it was okay to book a flight for a couple days later than originally planned. "Is that okay hon? Do you have anything planned?" No, I don't have plans. I don't have plans. I've always been a person who needs to have plans. I need to stay busy, I need to be constantly being productive and doing something. Boredom eventually leads to anxiety eventually leads to sadness... I can't let myself get that way. What am I gonna do when I don't have any classes any more? How long will I be waiting around for someone to answer my job applications. How long will I be tortured with the waiting. I wish I was a person who could slow down and just be with my thoughts and be happy. So many people have done so many things to me though, I'm not very nice to myself anymore. The thoughts come back "you're worthless" "you're a fraud" "you're unlovable". Unlovable. He told me he didn't want to do this with me anymore. I was so taken aback, I thought things were going great. He's one of my closest friends. "You're possibly staying in Richmond, I don't want you to think this is some kind of a relationship. I don't want you to wait around for me." Aka I don't want you. and I reminisce on all the people who I've hurt over this year long escapade. I feel horrible all the time. It makes me feel like I have no self respect, but a huge part of me still wishes he missed me. I've never been the girl who gets left and the guy turns around later and regrets his decisions. When people are done with me, theyre done with me. My time in Richmond has been an adventure to say the least. This was meant to be a happy post, so I'm going to turn it around. As of last week, I have 3 different advertising and creative agencies that are interested in my work, and to even be interested in me is the highest form of flattery tbh. DC and New York City. Damn, New York City. I never thought I would be a person who might possibly be good enough. I never wanted to be one of those people who run away to the city to find happiness, because to me, New York is just trash covered with angry people. But its a seductive thought, these job opportunities are calling to me and I really want to answer. I can live with my dad and commute, which I would be really happy to spend more time with him and my family. They are the ones who have stoof by me no matter what. I was going to stay in Richmond for my friends, but I'm sadenned to say that a lot of them aren't worth sticking around for. I cut off my hair. It's healthy now. I shower every day, I do my makeup for my eyeliner could cut a bitch. I walk down the street like I own it. I make sure in every project I do my best. I'm on my way to loving myself. Young professional. I like the sound of that. I'm going to do big things and I'm going to make my life happen.