At the end of it though, I did find my way back home. May have not been the most ideal route but nonetheless yipee I made it!!!

— or that I might scare a stranger into thinking I’m some sort of brand new phishing scam cause idk maybe those are the kind of vibes I give off?

Not gonna lie, probably should’ve asked for help, it would have saved me so much time. I was scared that the strangers I asked wouldn’t have the best intentions after hearing about my situation…

I eventually found my way to the main expressway, but it did take me about 30 minutes of panic driving before certain road names became more familiar to me.

Again, to be loved is to be changed. I will take the changes as they come and go, and become a better version of me every day.

I want to remember that I am loved, and that the people who love me want me to grow. They would not want me to stay where I am and fester, and neither do I. They will see every new version of me, and think “good for her!” They will not judge.

Anyways, today I went to Osaka Aquarium! It was fucking great, I fucking love fish and those fellas that swim really great but aren’t fish!!!

Fuck I’m not going to be here for February.

Fuck. Just, ✧fuck✧

In four days, I will be moving to a different country. Four more days, I can’t believe it. I don’t want to believe it. I’m going to miss my mom, my dad, my cats, my best friends, and that one tropical hydrangea in my garden that smells like pancakes every February.

A whole floor to yourself because you don’t actually vibe the other roommates but the concept of a magical home that caters to your every need is pretty fucking lit so you don’t really want to leave anyways? ✧poof✧

With crayon? Yes. Of course it’s with crayon.

In this home, I’m in charge, and it’s magical too. Everyone gets whatever they want served to them as long as they stay inside and never leave. Ice cream? ✧poof✧ Seamless underwear? ✧poof✧

Watching strangers aside, I got head butt in the ass by some deer, so my ass hurts. Nonetheless, I’m still very happy with the day. I got some black sesame shaved ice from a small cafe here. 10/10 day for real.

I do wish I mustered up the courage to ask him all my questions, but I am happy with just watching too. Thank you, Mr. Spyglass, for making my museum visit more interesting!

I wanted to ask him what it is he was looking to find, what about the 17th Century tapestry that deserved all that observing? Why is his telescope glass thingy so small and can I peek through???

I don’t always care for the artefacts in museums, but I will always like to people watch. There was an old man with a tiny spyglass looking thing, and he would stare at the tapestry for long stretches of time while filling the pages of his notebook with whatever findings he deemed worthy.

Contrary to how I act, I do want to connect with people, I do want to love more people. I want to build relationships that last, and have more good people in my life that I care about deeply. Hopefully, in this next chapter, I come out of it having learned how to do exactly that.