I was fifteen years old, in the tenth grade, extremely depressed and insecure and was addicted to stanning. Was also a virgin. Lemme not go into more tragic details.
Now I'm nineteen years old entering my third year at univeristy in February, not depressed or insecure, love my sexy body most of the time and think stanning is really ****ing obnoxious. Got a nice haircut, a job, a car, and am not a virgin.
I've really matured and grown in this time; I'm now really creative, opinionated and try to throttle myself into adventure, relationships and intimacy. In contrast to four years ago it's hard to affect my emotions unless I'm in a sophisticated or meaningful relationship with you.
I have a lot to learn. I have a major creative project that I started out of passion that I want to complete.
