I’m quiet. I’m more of a listener than a talker. I am easily distracted. I enjoy spending time alone. I don’t like big groups of people. I don’t believe I’m shy, I just would rather listen. I don’t stress about tomorrow or the next day or the next day. I enjoy the moment, and that’s it. I do not hold grudges. I’m emotionally stable and do not get easily upset or offended. Yet I have never had something traumatic happen to me either so who knows. I’m weird. I like to write down my thoughts. If  I ever have a problem, or have to make a very big decision, I like to write down my thoughts on the subject and sometimes I even make lists. I like lists. and I like journals. I have a journal my friend gave me my last day of high school which I still write in. I also have a journal in order to write down my feelings on my relationship. I have another journal like thing on my ipad to write down my random thoughts. I don’t use tumblr anymore for that kind of stuff really, I learned my lesson. Sometimes I feel like a unicorn. I have days where I feel like i’m going to end up living alone with my bull dog named Tang or my golden retriever named Air Bud. I don’t really know why I’m writing this right now. I don’t really know what I’m even doing anymore. I contradict myself a lot. Maybe it’s because I like to make people happy so sometimes I just say things to make people happy, when in fact I don’t really know what the fuck I want.

It’s been a tough week. But getting to go back to the art I love, made everything better. And now that I permanently have it back in my life, I feel like the same old me again, the happy Natalie. The stress free Natalie. I feel like Fofinha again. I’m back on track.

Everything is going to be okay now.