One girl. Not a complete blog.

I’m not really sure how to start this...
I want to treat this like a diary, or maybe I’m just writing a letter to myself that I will read in 30 minutes and regret this IMMEDIATELY. 
I have always wanted to start a blog but I’ve never had the courage. Maybe no one but myself and my mom will read this but hey. Then in that case this IS a letter to myself that I’ll regret. Anyways, I’m not sure what this will be about, I don’t plan to stick to a “theme”. All I know is that I am an aspiring journalist, I like food, traveling, pugs and I need a place to openly talk about my recent issues with my bpd diagnosis. Like I said, I’ll most likely just bullshit on here. 
Something about me... I’m fickle. 
I think this is the end. 

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  1. AnonymousOctober 4, 2018 at 6:26 PM

    Super proud of you. Really enjoy reading these, I try to check in often to see if you’ve made any new entries. Not sure if that’s creepy...but I mean well haha.

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    1. eatsmeetgreetbpdOctober 26, 2018 at 1:49 AM

      Hi, I just saw this reply. This really means a lot to me. Not creepy, just supportive. I appreciate you.

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