Dear Diary,
This is my first time writing publicly. My head is a fucking disaster right now. It’s 2:53 am, January first of 2022, the year I graduate. Right now, I’m laying on my pillow, under which there are 4 ivy leaves which I ripped off my mom’s plant. The Irish say that if you do this on New Years Eve, you’ll dream of the person you’ll marry. I guess we’ll see how that goes.
I hope anyone that may see this has a wonderful year, and takes care of themselves. ❤️