Dear Blog,

I thought I could quit you. I really want to, I tried to. I don't know why I keep coming back to you. There are so many things about these times that I hate. I despise social media. I despise selfies. I abhor the way people have become completely self absorbed. Who even cares anymore? Who cares what I write or what I don't write. We are all saturated. I am saturated. I miss my vacation self. I am fully engulfed in my regular life which I love and simultaneously hate. I love living in a city, I hate it so much. I long for the beach. Could I be a small town girl? Where can this weirdo, Jewish, anxious, loving, compassionate, needy girl go and be at home?

My family is my pack. Where I go, they go. I'm so tired of school. I am loving my work. I'm ready to move to Mexico. I am a giant mix of contradictions. I want to tell you everything, but I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. It just can't work both ways. But it's all half truths since I cannot truly tell you what I think and feel. So, fuck it.

I love you. Love, Eden