I have reached the point where I’ve anxiously twisted my hair so much that my wrist aches. And it doesn’t make me quit, I just use my other hand. 

I was called beautiful twice this week out of the blue and I don’t know what to think; because there are many times I think the worst of myself, often. 

A guy at my job insists on my going out with him and I don’t know what to do. On one hand the adoration makes me think I could adore him too. And at once, his insistence is way too much. And I never shoot him down. I just laugh and move along. Is that awful? I could write a million more sentences on love and I plan to soon. 

I’ve been trying my hand at homemade nut milks and matchas and they’re really good!

This is being twenty; a bit terrified and a bit lost. I wouldn’t mind it so much if I could just get past the guilt.