On that note, I've decided to go back to the dark side, write a blog, and say arrivederci to regret. I'm writing because for the past six years I have been an Orca Whale in a kiddy pool. Frankenstein's right toe in a size 6 shoe. And more realistically, a girl held back by her own will. That's right, I was the thief who cannily took away my own right to happiness. How on Earth did I get away with living so uncomfortably, stagnant and frustrated for so long? Easy. I got myself intertwined in too many spider webs.
This summer I've been slowly but surly inching my way out of them. I've been getting used to the ''A'' word (alone) and have found myself in the most unfamiliar places. It has all been a final result of the overbearing curiosity that's been brewing inside me; curiosity that's made me kill the cat time after time again (but thank god they have 9 lives, right?). The slightly awkward, socially crippling, celebratory, and steamy situations I moseyed myself into this summer inspired me to write the Chronicles of Curiosity on a very important quest: self-discovery. And where do I plan to do all of this ''self discovering?" ROME, ITALY! That's right, until December, one of my best buds Emma and I will be living in Europe. It's what most of this space will be used for.
To put it in a very very different light, life is far from a box of chocolates.
I think Mr. Gump is full of it. You know exactly what you're going to get if you're smart enough to realize it. Life is rather a game of connect the dots. Each line represents a series of events that leads to another series of events, and if you're lucky, you'll create the picture that was intended. However, if you're anything like me, your picture will come out crooked, jagged, loopy, half identified, and filled with erase marks that once indicated a bright idea gone horribly, horribly wrong. However, what people do not realize is that those erase marks, the decisions or ideas that you once had but tried to cover up, are the lines that could have created a whole new picture. I suppose I am here right now, with pages ready to be filled, because I decided to paint myself another picture, even when my life seemed to be painted by number.
Cheers,
Fino a Roma
Chloe.
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