So it's been a year.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhHl5M2UXk0
Honestly, I have no excuse for pulling such a big disappearing act. I can't remember why I closed this website for the last time, nor do I remember if it was accidental or not.
Anyway.
I'm now almost a sophomore. Wild, I know. Eleven-year-old me was convinced I'd end it before the end of middle school, but here we are, surviving.
I got into my first real relationship and then got dumped three months later. I take full responsibility. He wanted more than I could give. I found him clingy and, at times, possessive. I'm not a massive fan of physical touch, but all he did was hug me and hold my hand. Which sounds great to lots of people, I know, but it's just not my thing. Call me a masochist, but I live for my dark romance fictional men. At least they know when to hug and when to laugh at me.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVNZyy3XxK0
School is okay, I guess. The number of panic attacks that I've had because of tests is, frankly, quite concerning, but that's on me. Grades have always been such a big part of my identity that when they're not perfect, I freak out. I should probably let go.
I got my first lead role in a play. Scorpius Malfoy in Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. It went brilliantly. I got called 'talented' by lots of people (external validation is such a beautiful thing), I made so many friends and I discovered just how much I love acting.
In terms of musicals, my voice has gotten a lot better. I can now belt and do cool things with my voice, though it doesn't always sound good. My confidence has skyrocketed so don't talk to me. In my mind, I'm an awesome singer.
I'm now an F1 fan. Shoot me, laugh at me, but the very sport I despised has become somewhat of an obsession. I can't help it, really. I love the cars.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrKawquVlKu
There are a million other things I could say. How I miss my Quotev friends. How I missed you guys. How I missed feeling like I was part of something important. But I guess I did find that feeling, just in real life instead of online.
Compared to last year, my writing is good. I don't know what 2025 me was doing with all her weird sentence structures and sketchy grammatical choices. Perks of English being your second language.
I know I may sound depressed or emo or whatever the kids are calling it these days, but I promise I'm not. Believe it or not, I think I've finally found my calling, and that just so happens to be acting.
Theatre is my life.
Writing is my soul.
Signing out,
Alex <3
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