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I wasn't expecting the next journal entry to be almost two months away, but it's better than waiting longer. I thought about it and I realised that I should have two entries per month. That way, I don't have to overwhelm myself with too many entries, but I have enough to revisit times in my past. For you, who is reading this entry, don't worry - I write plenty in my real journal.

I think it is a little challenging to have both a digital journal and real journal. I love my real journal, I write about my current life events and my most recent troubles. But that begs the question, what do I need my digital journal for? I actually see it as a public blog more than anything. A place for you to understand who I am. I think its beautiful to see a life of another, especially a life of a small user in the vase internet.

So I struggle to figure out, "how much should I tell?" For now, I will remain private about myself. But I'll tell enough to allow you to understand my thoughts, at least.

Currently? I'm doing better than before. Early twenties is an unusual time in my life, to say the least. When you are young, you expect yourself to suddenly be wise and responsible as an adult. Yes, you are wiser, but I'm at a stage where I'm trying to learn how to become more responsible. Not for others, but for myself. Like cooking, buying food, exercising, learning to juggle my schedule. Embarrassingly, when I became an adult, I actually struggled with managing my diet. I didn't know how to cook, but I didn't want to eat junk food, which led me to lose weight in an unhealthy sense. I had to drastically change myself in a short time, which led me to burnout. I think what I did was the wisest decision and I am proud of myself for doing the minimum since it was more than challenging for me.

I'm finally at a place where I deem myself to be healthy, but sometimes I still feel unhealthy. I think I'm not used to fat, even if it's healthy, being on me, like my chin and arms. Even right now, it feels odd. Hilariously, I think my acne caused an eating disorder, something that I have to battle now. It's weird to be at a low weight and still feel fat or still ask yourself "Am I eating too much?"

At the end of the day, I just have to tell myself that it's only my thoughts, thoughts that do not hold logic.