Amy Tries Life

I went out on Wednesday with my new friend Rachael, she moved here in Manila from Ireland of all places!! It feels a little weird because her parents are replacing the exact same job that my last best friend's parents were in.

if anyone read my writing from last year, they'd know I was obsessed with a guy 5 years older than me who was my closest friend. Sound shady?

Anyone who knows Kyla and I, will say we're incredibly close sisters. People often mistake us for friends with her blonde hair and my asian face, and the fact that we act like best friends.

Honestly, I truly thought crazy exes only existed in Hollywood and sad breakup songs, well, as a part of amy tries life, Amy Tries Exes!I like peace a lot. Really, I try and hang out with peace as much as I can. But no matter how much I stay to myself, my ex keeps showing up where he knows I'll be, waiting for me outside my door, messaging everyone in my life, and then most recently, posting my private pictures online.However, I do not write about these things often because simply he's not…

Maybe it's the music, maybe it's the feeling of achievement after a good day of work, or the feeling of freedom after a messy breakup. Regardless, somehow for the first time in forever, I suddenly feel an inexplicable resurgence of hope for life. There's so much out there, and life is far too precious to complain about living it all the time. I hope you carry that with you throughout this normal day in July :))I hope by my next post is out, it'll be on my new website! Blogger isn't quite…

Today I opened up my week planner as usual, put in my schedule, but paused as I went to close the tab. It read "2026-06-08". Yes, that is the date, but also, that's the date already?? Cue sudden self panic as I realize that half of this year is gone, and I only have half a year left to answer with "16" when people ask for my age. HALF A YEAR Y'ALL.I conceptualize my years differently to most people (or at least different to 364 out of 365 people), as my birthday falls on the first day of each…

I've got the paper, I've got the pen. Now Amy, you love him right? Yeah of course, and there's many things I love about him, but I just stare at the stupid blank piece of paper. How do you even start a love letter? Like hey, I've been your girlfriend for a month and btw your a great kisser and I love you. I seriously cannot write anything romantic.Lately I've been thinking what if I'm just not good at romantic gestures? He's done countless for me, I have all his letters, and he messages…

You'd think that having a brain would be enough to alert oneself to a red flag. What should we do when we see red flags? Ruuuun. What do I do? I ruuuun....towards it. stupid heart gets in the way.Really, it should pretty straightforward. Guy makes promise, guy breaks promise, multiple times. Not a good sign. I say nothing, and I start thinking that it doesn't matter and it's fine, I drop it even though I know it wasn't good. I mean how dumb am I to overlook that? Hooonestly, I'm kindof a "see…

you'll probably think I talk about guys too much lately, and I would say you're probably right. Right now there is a guy in my past, a guy in my present, and just me in my future. I guess since everything's happened I've only thought about the present, but sometimes takes a small wee trip down memory lane. You know, being single is underrated, or should I say rather being productively single is underrated. There's plenty of ways to waste time in this life, but time spent well is a blessing. I…

sometimes I think about how hot it is making out with him, and feeling him on me, and then my brain brings up the fact that he's literally been inside another woman and that alone is enough to stop me in my tracks lmao.I don't know how other people get over it, because quite frankly ever since he told me it's like I can't see him the same way. To be fair it's not like we're in our 20s where that would be normal, we're both sixteen. Not just that, we're both in a church that prohibits that…

Blog. I have not written in what feels like actual years.However I didn't expect to write this entry for at least another 7 years. Since I was young, my dad's stance on dating was that I was not allowed to have a boyfriend until I was 23. I'm not even joking. So yesterday I had the uncomfortable discussion with my dad where I said "me and emmanuel have kissed already, and I think I should tell you that now so you don't think I'm hiding it from you", cue a 1 hour discussion with my dad revolved…