I don't really know where to start, so i'm just gonna get right on with it then.  Most people start blogs because it becomes the new thing, kinda similar to; Instagram, Twitter, that Brighten app, but I decided to start this for myself.  If people come across this then good for them I suppose.  Before I really decided I wanted to have my own little slice of the internet I was a little inspired by this girl who I have never met before.  Her blog has been up for 4 or 5 years now, and as I was reading it all I could think of was that I needed one of my own.  Before writing this I was trying so hard to sound like her or some of the other sweet girls at my school.  But then I realized that if this blog was going to be for myself then I need to sound and write like me, which is not sweet in the slightest.  I am curt, harsh and a little rough around the edges.  I don't think when I speak sometimes, I don't always see the best in people, and I definitely will never say something just so people will be satisfied.  I am quiet the opposite.  This is all relevant to what I am about to be talking about.  Next year I will be embarking on an adventure that is scary and exciting at the same time.  College.  More specifically, the University of Texas at San Antonio.  So many things will be new; new friends, new experiences, new lifestyles.  While new things are great and all, coming from someone who hates change, "new things" come with not so great trials also.  When you are somewhere that is so foreign to you it is natural that you will try and act a certain way in order for people to like you.  I found myself doing this in the beginning of my new blog.  I was trying to act and write a certain way even though this blog isn't for anyone but myself.  This is almost the way I see people act when they are in a new environment.  People try so hard to be the perfect image that society has given us, I can speak for many girls because, well, I am one...hah.  Anyways.  Girls are given a little mold, really as soon as we are born, and starting in middle school (at least for me) we try to morph our personalities and bodies in any way possible that will fit into that mold.  This mold does not suddenly disappear when we go to college.  What I am really trying to say, for little future Allysa, is that please don't try so hard to fit into that mold.  It's not worth it.  Being fake is not worth the amount of fake people will come along with it. 

But here we go, embarking on a new little journey, in the middle of my LAST semester of senior year.  

P.S. To whom ever finds this, I am pretending like I am speaking to a bunch of people because it would be too weird to write like I was talking straight to myself.