I thought I knew things. I thought I knew who I was, I thought I knew who I wanted to be. I thought I knew what I wanted, and I thought I knew exactly how I was gonna get it. I thought I knew a lot, but now...
I don't know. And that is my golden explanation for everything: I don't know. I don't know who I am. I don't know who I am "supposed" to be. I'm not even convinced anyone is "supposed" to be anything. I'm not sure where I'm going in life (I've got ideas). I'm not sure I'm doing the "right" thing. I'm not even sure what I'm writing makes sense. My point is, I don't know. I have no idea what the fuck is going on. And now, I can finally start.
I don't know what that means or what this is gonna look like, but I do know I don't really give a fuck and I'm ready to find out. I'm ready to be as honest about my life as possible. No more "How to" articles. I don't think I really know how. No more " This is what I think..." I don't think I do think. From now on, my writing is about my life and how I'm feeling with it or in it, haven't really decided yet. When I write here, it's gonna be about me and I promise to be as open as plausible. Hopefully, we'll learn a lot about me and life along the way. My name is Sonna Ogan and I've got problems, I wonder how I'm gonna solve them.
Hi, my name is Sonna Ogan. Nice to finally meet you. (ik, cliche.)
P.s: Rated pg-13.