I can’t sleep.

I’m just going to start out with the fact that I have no idea what I’m doing. It is now 1:40am (after I figured out how to work this thing). I had been laying in bed for an hour, and my mind would not let me go to sleep without starting this thing. So yes, I am writing this in hopes that I will be able to fall asleep within the next hour or so… hopefully.

Where to begin…

Well, I am currently a very confused (typical) twenty-year-old, college woman working two jobs and having absolutely no idea what I’m going to do with my (soon to have) criminology and psychology degrees. I spend most of my time laying in bed, eating candy, watching Netflix and telling myself I’m too busy to go to class, so I should just study from home… tomorrow– that’s college for ya, stay in school kids. Somehow (by the grace of God) I am able to keep my thin figure, stretching about 6ft tall, and having very little hand eye coordination. If I had a dollar for every time someone asked me if I am an athlete at the University I would be able to buy my own TV show, and wouldn’t need to be writing this blog. That’s besides the point. More importantly– if you were walking by me on the side walk or creeping my Facebook profile pictures… you would not be able to tell that I have buried three good friends, my Dad’s best friend, two of my friend’s fathers, and now. worst of all, my best friend of eleven years. When your parents used to tell you “never judge a book by it’s cover,” trust them.

And that’s where my story starts..