A week ago today 

I went to L. A. Fitness to take a nice dip in the pool. After an hour of swimming, I decided to go inside the jacuzzi. As I was sitting in the hot water an old white man came in and  sat down. I looked at him and wondered how old he was, I wanted to ask I him, but I got scared. Then a black man came into the jacuzzi. We were all quiet, just relaxing in the warm water. I wanted to talk them so bad, so I just said it! I asked the question that I’ve been dying to ask them!! “How old are you guys?” 

(I don’t know their names, so I just identified them as their “race”)

“I’m 83,” says the white man.

“Really? I thought you were 86!” I tell him.

The black man answers, “I’m 70,” he says in a calm way.

“Ohh, you know what, you look your age actually. How old do you guys think I am?”

The black man right away says, “You looked about ten!” 

Me: “What!”

WM: “I think you’re 19.”

Me: “Nope, I’m 18.”

The white man was sitting closer to me and he mentioned that too, so he can see my age. Ha!

We began a conversation about the past wars. The white man is a veteran of the Korean War!! And the black a veteran of the Vietnam War!! It was pretty cool talking to them. We also talked about race and religion and about how people don’t really talk to each other anymore. We are so divided. I’m glad I started up a conversation with them. That was fun. I was afraid to ask them their age because I assumed they thought it would be rude, but they were open and answered honestly. I love old people. 



I’m really sexy! I was going through my photos on google from the summer before Freshman year of high school to now. I have evolved. At first, I was really adorable then towards my senior year I just got really sexy. Like wow! Go me! I’m fine! I’m hot! I’m just DAMN! I thank my mom, I think that she’s just a naturally sexy woman. Beauty and sexiness (lol) comes out when you don’t try to be. 

I think I reached that level of sexiness (lol), but not confidence. 

Dirty Minded

Sex! I don’t know why, but I love to talk about sex. I’m a virgin and I’m planning to wait till marriage, sex is so interesting to me. I want to have it because I’m a sexual human being, but I think I think I can wait. 

Recently, I was thinking about how I might not wait and if there’s a guy that I’m sexually attracted to and he’s attracted to me, I’d definitely do it. So I started doing research on birth control and where the nearest planned parenthood was. I even began to ask my mother questions, she started getting paranoid, so I told her I need to be informed about these things. 

Anyway, there’s nobody I’m sexually attracted to so I won’t be doing the deed anytime soon. But honestly, I don’t want to have sex just to have it (I mean that would be fun, but nah). I feel like it’ll be much better with the man that I love. You know, just connecting on so many levels. 

For now, I just really want to make out with someone. I really do. Haha! The dude I was constantly talking about last summer, he and I only made out twice. Only two times. It should’ve been more lol, but whatevs. I think two was enough, because if we continued, I’m pretty sure we would have eventually effed. OMG! Why am I talking about this. This is too open….whatevs

Anyway, I’m trying to have a clean mind and spirit. I need to focus on God.


Know I told you guys this already, but I’ve been giving away things. Why? I have too much stuff!

I’m trying to be a minimalist, but at the same time I love stuff!! I think I’m a very quirky and eccentric young woman and I want my life to show or I guess represent that. 

How can I do that if I’m trying to be a minimalist?

My family is moving soon and I’m trying to get rid of more stuff. I don’t want to give shit away for free anymore, I want to sell. Ohhh, I know what I’m doing. I don’t want to be a minimalist, I just want to get rid of my old stuff so that I can buy new stuff! Ohh lol 😂 

I’m not trying to be a new person, but I’m trying to live a new life for me. 

I also want to explore different religions. I do believe that spirituality/religion is important at first I was unsure, not anymore. I’m going to continue reading the Bible and talking to God, but I want to explore Buddhism. I’ve always been interested in that religion, I need to do some research on it.

What I want 

I want to live in a beautiful house with my husband. I want to own an art gallery. I want to adopt two kids. I want a huge backyard and invite the ones that I love and watch a movie on a big screen. I want us to look at one another and enjoy the moment.

When I was kid at my old old house my family and I would watch movies in the basement. For some reason we’d watch it early, so that by the time the movie was over it would still be bright out. The movie still in the back of our heads as we went up the stairs.

I love love LOVE The Princess Diaries, it’s a movie I can watch over and over again. The movie reminds me of good times when I was a kid. 

Movies are magical. They bring people together. I feel safe when I’m with my loved ones watching a movie. 

I keep reminiscing. I want my future family to have good times and love each other. 

Whenever I imagine those times I think of myself looking at the sun through a window. I don’t know why. 

This whole week I’ve been in a better than okay mood.

The song I’m listening to is reminding me of all this: September Song – Agnes Obel

You have to stop!

Hannah, stop! Wake up every morning, go to the mirror, and tell yourself that you are beautiful! Cause you are

Do face masks and workout because you like to take care of yourself. Don’t do it because you don’t want people to find you ugly.

Enjoy your chopped hair! If you don’t, when it gets longer you’re gonna look back at the short hair photos and think wow I looked good, I wished I enjoyed it! 

You’re okay, you’re fine. I love you. Be your weird self, honestly nobody cares. 

Also, it’s okay to be sad, it’s okay to be hurt, it’s okay be angry. It’s okay to be fearful.

Scream and shout and let it all out! You are young! You are free! Don’t let anything or anyone hold you back. You’ll be okay, you’ll be fine. I know it and that’s coming from you.

God has a plan for you. He’s going to send you someone. 

Remember to love yourself. 

You’re gonna be okay.

The week 

Before I chopped my hair, I told myself that I was beautiful. I told myself that I was smart. I told myself that I was creative and great. Now, today, in this moment I’m telling myself that I’m ugly. I’m smart, creative, and great, but I am ugly. 

My skin is porous. I’m not plump, but fat and saggy. When did I become such a troll?

Gosh, I hate myself for all this self loathing. I don’t know what to do to feel better, oh yes I do. I can continue my facial routine. I can start working out and eating healthier. Once I start doing that, I’ll feel much much better on the inside and out.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

I don’t love me yet. When will I love me?! When will I love my flaws? When will my silly, ugly flaws go away?! This is what I think about on a daily basis, every night when I’m washing my face. Everyday when I look at myself before I get into the shower. When will I love my flaws? When will my flaws go the hell away?! 

Am I the only one that thinks this way? I’m not in a good place right now, as you can see.