all about me

I am me.

But you don’t know me.

I am an overthinker. I get obsessed with things like the Titanic. I like flowers and poetry. Expressing ordinary and relatable things into beautiful phrases. I wish I was good at it.

And I want to be ready to grow up. But I’m not. I’m not ready to outgrow cuddling with my mom, watching Disney movies with my brother, going down the pool slide, blowing bubbles from my chocolate milk. I’m most definitely not ready to go into college and into the real world. Just walking in salt lake at night scares me.

And I want to do more than just exist. I want to live. Live in every moment and embrace the struggles and the dull school days. Accept the heartbreaks and grow from them. When my time is done here, I want to look back at my life and be content. No regrets.

So that’s me. Well I like to think that’s me. Truth is, I don’t know ME yet. I’m 17 and in high school and still don’t know how to make beans and rice. That’s okay though. Because for now, I’m okay with it.