I don’t quite remember the last time I posted anything on here that was personal.

I always thought Tumblr would be some sort of safe place for me to post anything. And I have no clue as to why I stopped doing it. All I know is that I did.

However, looking back at some old posts, reading how cringe-worthy some are, I found someone I had forgotten: myself. My corny, Doctor-Who fangirling self. And it felt nice to go back to that place.

Last Friday I woke up with a sharp pain in my neck. I was in tears because, well it hurt so much. This coming from a girl who’s been run over twice (another story for another day) I couldn’t go to work, and I couldn’t really move without my neck hurting.

I wanted to work the next day but my boyfriend begged me to just stay home and rest, which i did. And that just saddened me, because I cared so much about my salary that I would sacrifice my health for it. When did I become that person? When did I stop caring about myself?

Not really sure where this is going, but it actually felt good to let that out.

I hope I can make this a habit again. It has been too darn long.