and looking back on the pictures and messages I’ve posted over the last year, I can only see how sad and lonely I was living alone in my rural hometown. I’d find beautiful and funny things to reblog, just trying to capture a bit of that glamour for myself. At the time, I was trying to get over a break up and the fact that I had to move back home and take a job I didn’t go to college for. It was bleak and everything was dying outside while I waited for the weekends where I could escape to my old stomping grounds to see friends. I chose to get involved with someone who was just as lonely as I was, until I started my life again in the spring and he found his way into someone else’s arms.
I’m not sure whether my Tumblr is worth keeping as some kind of tomb to all the depressing feelings I had after I graduated. I kind of want to just forget that time, but also acknowledge it for helping me grow up and discover myself beyond being an idealistic college student hoping to stay with her stupid college boyfriend and get her dream job right out of school because she planned things out so.