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I guess I'm doing the cliche thing here: I'm making visiting my cringy ass blog, with the intention to write a new post most days or something as 'therapy'. I know the last post was the day I was fucking abused by my mum or something but I don't want to read it. it was more than a year ago, and I lost has changed. Year 11 fucking changed me.

I guess I have a list in my mind of what I want to write about. I do. I think, that hopefully, this blog won't be read by many, and is just a little corner, not even a corner but a millimetre square of space on the net for me to write my feelings and shit down. Hopefully it helps slow down the process I'm going through right now. I can feel myself growing duller by the second, and I'm afraid I might be a shell before HSC ends.

Today I had my first driving lesson. I felt somewhat calm, even cosy in the driver's seat. The constant looking around thing makes me feel so paranoid, and the dramatic turning I do where I spin the wheel twice over to go around the curve just feels so wrong yet so right. Don't know if I'm doing it right, or when's the next time I get behind that wheel but I'm excited.

Started learning guitar on my own, though with Justin of course. It's swell so far. What's discouraging is the buzzing made by the strings when I make a chord, but I've gone too far for these hardened fingertips to stop.

Woke up at 12:55pm today. I'm fucked, that's why I'm here. Maybe I should post my dreams that I've had. I wrote them last holiday.

That's all. Also I like nail polish and skincare now.