Steffany

This is my last diary here. It’s been a wild ride. Although not much has changed in my location, so much has changed for me internally. I’ve matured and grown as a woman. I’ve loved having the platform to complain and air my grievances when I needed it most. I want to thank everyone for reading these entries, for being engaged. I read one of my entries at a Rookie Yearbook release party and people came up to me afterward to tell me they’d read it online the night before. That meant a lot to me—no one wants to feel as if they’re yelling into a void.

I never actually kept a diary until Rookie offered me this space. I spent most of my days ranting on social media about the ins and outs of my day-to-day life. Most of the anecdotes boring, some of them funny, some of them wholly unreal. It’s in between those spaces, I feel, that my best diaries were written—partially blowing off steam but also being committed to sharing a narrative and my headspace while experiencing it. All in all, I’m super happy to have done this. Maybe the next step is reading through them as a form of therapy. I might do that once this semester is over.

For now, I’m just going to continue my studies. A bitch needs to graduate. I’ll also be writing other things across the internet. Shoutout to my editor Derica, shoutout to everyone that read these entries, shoutout to everyone that commented. Also, shoutout to everyone that ever gave me the inspiration necessary to write about them. Friends, family, professors, or those who just got on my nerves. Goodbye for now. ♦