On January 29, 2011 -two years ago on Saturday- I started this blog. A friend of my brother told me she thought "I should blog it out." And thus a problem was born. I have 3 1/2 blogs [I share one], 4 tumblrs [soon to be three], and 1 livejournal. I've been to Europe and met Frank a BAMF (my new vocab word) -slash- tour guide. I have luckily fallen out of love [thank you goddess], read like 20 film books, read the gorgeous book Cunt, realized how my true friends are, gone to college, watched brilliant films, printing pictures in a dark room, taken a poetry class with a guy I've wanted to meet forever, and had a death scare that turned out not be deadly.
I'm 17 and I think my life's pretty good. Even if I scream otherwise.
I've deleted almost all of the blog posts that were here before because I'm over the shit that I had to blog out. It only took two years and the ability not to email the person I used to adore. Sigh. Don't worry people of the internet I'm fine but losing people is difficult.
-ArK
[& I know the title is random just making a point to my bff]
