Pastel Plaid Dress: ASOS.
T-Strap Heels, White Vintage Purse, Silver Pendant Necklace: Thrifted.
Hair Bow: Modcloth.
This is my new favorite dress ever. In the whole wide world. No exceptions.
I got it super on sale from ASOS; a site I've never ordered from before but am certainly quite pleased with. It's the prettiest colors all mixed together, perfect length, perfect shape, and not to mention will be so much fun to remix. This little ditty do is certainly coming with me to Kent!
I've been thinking about high school a lot lately. How I somewhat miss it (never thought I'd say that). I don't really think it's actually high school I miss, but more so the idea of it. The safety, security, and familiarity that it brings. The doctor and my parents think that one reason my depression had a sudden turn for the worse is the subconscious fear of everything that's going on right now. Moving away, starting school, needing to make friends. It's all been things that I know I need to face because they're coming up soon, but I've just sort of pushed them to the back of my mind.
The past twelve years have been easy for me. I didn't have to worry about much during the summer going into the fall because I was always at the same place with the same people. I think the most I ever worried was the summer of eighth grade going into high school. I remember calling my best friends (at the time) and talking for hours what high school was going to be like and what we were going to wear and who we were going to date...I remember being so fretful but so excited at the same time.
I sort of feel that way now. Time ten.
There's a lot I'm scared for about college but a lot I'm excited for, too. I'm always scared of taking chances because I don't want things to turn out badly. Prime and most pathetic example; I always get the same thing when I got out to eat because I'm afraid of not liking a new dish and then having my trip and money be wasted.
The same thing goes for school. I can find out that I don't like Kent, spent all that time and money which is wasted, only to find that I want to go back to square one which is familiar and safe. But I don't want to spend the rest of my life getting chicken fingers (Okay, and going away for college). I want to maybe be scared and take a chance. For once I just want to live instead of live on the sidelines.
With much love, Lauren.