Baby, You and I.

It has been a fantastic week.

My last homecoming as a highschooler has taken place.

Last week, summarized:
I've been hanging out with some of the coolest people I know of.
I stayed up way too late, had like fourteen [virgin] pina colodas, wore green eyeliner, threw eggs at the Junior class, stood in the rain, and sang like I was out of my mind.
I found new music, got yelled at by the cops alongside my whole Senior class, snuggled, and saw my friends laugh.
I got butterflies, cried until my heart was lighter, and dreamed of flying.
I held a precious baby, rocked an air-guitar in my six inch heels, wore red pants, and hugged more people that I can count.

The end.

Good week? Yes, overall. It's been an emotional one, but I came out of it smiling. So I'd call it a success.

I like to leave some kind of wisdom with each of my blog posts nowadays, so here I go.

I was looking over my very first posts (from over a year ago), and in the first few I was going on and on about some guy. I never mentioned
his name. The funny thing is, now I have absolutely no idea who I was talking about. I thought he was gonna change my life, and now I can't even remember which guy it was.
...that made me sound like a little hoe-ish. But I digress.
I was heartbroken a few posts later, because whoever this guy was had stopped talking to me out of nowhere. Granted, this has happened
several times. So still no clue to who he was.
I thought it was all me, I was wrong, I had done something.

But in hindsight, I don't even remember his name now. And guess what? I still remember mine.

Sometimes the people that you want to change your life don't even leave a big mark. And the people that will change your life are going to do it whether you want them to or not.
Does that make sense? Maybe?
Keep your eyes and your heart as open as you can. Keep your expectations low, but hope still alive.

As always, thanks for reading my chaos,
You're all wonderful.

Looking forward,
Anna