I’ll Never Forget It ⋆˙⟡

Hey, I'm a studyblr.

This is Romina. I'm a twenty-something college dropout trying to navigate her way through life. I started this blog to hold myself accountable to studying. There is also a part of me that likes the validation of other people seeing my work. It motivates me.

I haven't been in a nice headspace in a long time and have only started to pick myself up. I used to study Legal Management and was preparing for law school, but I realized that it really wasn't for me. Now, I'm doing certifications for UX design. I love how it's a mix of a lot of things that I like doing-- research, writing, designing while making use of concepts from different fields like psychology. I might try college again next year (if I can save up for it) and take Multimedia Arts in our country or get an online degree in Human-Computer Interaction.

Outside of studying, I like playing casual games like Sims 4, Stardew Valley and Minecraft. My goals include finishing the certification within the next three to four months, polishing my portfolio, keeping a bullet journal and finally going through my reading list. Hopefully, I'll have a job by the end of the year.

A fun fact would be that I handled a studygram & studyblr account with two other friends back in 2018-2019. One is studying to become a vet and another one wants to be an architect! We don't talk much now as we went to different universities, but we catch up from time to time. I'm very proud of them.

Anyway, here's to us. Here's to the future. Nice to meet you all :)

oh ok

I mean surely we all grew up feeling like there was a wrongness inherently deep inside us that will endure for the rest of our lives

sometimes i feel like im climing up this incline again alone but thankully sisypus and the itsy bitsy spider and here with me

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

Guts Collection by CarolineMoorenc (Y2Knots)