Existential Crisis
My name is Christine, and this is the diary of a lost girl.
I’m 18 and live in Ohio.
I look young for my age, or so people tell me. I’ve never worn a full face of makeup in my life, so maybe that’s why. Maybe everyone else looks old for their age… perhaps.
I work at a Dairy Queen and plan on studying forestry in college. Truth be told, I’d rather not go to school once I graduate but that would never fly with my family so I’m just saving myself the grief and going. It helps that I’m practically getting paid to go considering how much I’m allotted by the FAFSA, along with some scholarships.
I go through phases of liking myself and my life very much, and then not so much.
I tend to be long-winded, both in text and tongue. I apologize in advance for this, but it most likely will not change.
I look more or less like this:
