I am going to start off by saying that I am no writer. I have no point or lesson that I want to teach, nor have I written extensively about anything, save for random poems I used to write when I was a depressed teen. I still am a teen, just not a depressed one. My grammar is not perfect. Nor is blogging the most important thing that I feel I need to do. However, I just recently discovered that I made an account with this blog a long while back, so I might as well use it, despite my lack of interesting writing techniques and a self consciousness about other people even reading this. But I digress.
I am a freshman at the University at Buffalo. Every time I walk out of my dorm room, I look at all the large buildings associated with the university and think, wow, I am actually here. Being here is quite the change, even though it is only 2 hours away from the house where my mother resides and where I lived for most of my high school years. Most people here would be surprised to know that I actually live on a farm, can run through a wheat field, and stand in the midst of 70 acres that I can call my home, not much sounds but birds chirping, and probably me singing my heart out. I mean why not? No one else can hear me anyways, and I love singing. In fact, I can sing my heart out even if other people can hear me. So I guess it doesnt matter my location.
My major at the moment is Psychology. My reasoning for this in the beginning was to help people who had the same troubles as me back when I was an emo teenager. But now I look back at those times and realize that my problems were not very significant. However, I still want to help people, and understand why people do what they do. It's fascinating to me.
So yeah, that's all I have for now. This is probably just going to be a place where I can put down my thoughts, as insignificant as they are.
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