Jules

haven’t been here in ages but it’s only fitting to continue traditions;
          To whoever cares (again (again)),
          I turned eighteen today. And thanks to some miracle that occurred over the past year, I don’t have anything to complain about (except global warming, climate change, war, lack of women’s rights and rubber lizards) for once. Definitely toned down the self deprecation and hey, look at that: I actually like myself. And that feeling is aided by the fact that I have many people around me who care :)
          (thanks for reading, if you did) 

To whoever cares (again),
          I turned seventeen today. And thanks to the viciousness of the cycle of life, I have moved on from last year’s problems only to be greeted by new ones (yay!) Time to spend the rest of this year listening to ABBA’s ‘Dancing Queen’ and then cry next year, when the lyrics no longer apply to me and I feel like an old maid. 
          Fare thee well!

A lil late but,
          HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! ❤️
          Love is love, and it’s a beautiful thing that no gender, caste, or colour can confine. You are all valid and truly appreciated. Lots of love! xx

OMG!!!! We have a lot in common 
          
          I'm gonna follow you♡♡

Happy Easter guys! Wishing all of y'all a good time with loved ones ❤ xx

Guys, if y'all haven't read this yet, kindly go check out The Wattpad Treasure Chest by @LeCheesyChick for awesome book recommendations and reviews!
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/259868440

omg you seem to be SO nice! 
          this is suoer random.
           I'm sorry haha 

Merry Christmas everyone! I hope y'all have a wonderful time with your loved ones. xoxo ❤❤

You are so sweet. I saw your comment and wanted to say thank you. Happy birthday for the other day! And if you’ll let me, I just want to say that you are doing amazing. You have the rest of your life to make something of yourself. Enjoy being 16, because it goes by too quick. Lots of love honey ❤️

To whoever cares,
          
          I turned sixteen today. And thanks to my basic feelings of inadequacy and insecurity, deriving from some actual or imagined physical or psychological deficiency, I've never felt more incompetent or pathetic. I feel like I've supposed to have done something by now, you know. Or maybe you don't. Anyways. I thought I would have completed my novel by now, but I've never felt more lost. Sigh, sixteen doesn't feel so sweet after all.