Fanciest Nancy did not meet the expectations that had so confidently been set for her. But I guess that’s because she’s me, and I tend to do that. Fanciest Nancy has a beautiful mind filled with potential, she is funny, and good at writing in her own opinion, she has friends, and the few people that know her, do seem to like her. But I guess that’s cuz she’s me, and I tend to do that. She is creative and moody and overly blunt. But I guess that’s because she’s me, and I tend to do that. She is never on time for anything, clearly. And I guess that’s because she’s me, and I tend to do that.
Fanciest Nancy also isn’t me. Her life is over, and mine is just beginning. Fanciest Nancy doesn’t know my friends. She’s not coming to college with me. She doesn’t love warm fresh babies or long hugs or the feeling of using a new toothbrush. Nancy was an assignment in a class that she barely even does the homework for. I am a person. I still have my potential. I still have expectations I can meet. I have everything ahead of me. I honestly thought at the beginning of this blog assignment that I would dread the reveal. That I would miss Nancy. That I would love who I created. And sadly, I don’t. Nancy is limited to the posts I can count on one hand, she isn’t who I want her to be. And I’m happy to let her go. And now I get to be me and try and start over and now everyone can be like “yo, you I loved your post” cuz they’ll know me and that’s so exciting! I am me and I am cool and funny and I have awesome friends and my mom deserves more than I could ever give her and sometimes I still cry when my dad goes to work and I have a boyfriend who I hate calling my boyfriend but I do love him and I’m passionate about the color pink and life in general and I believe in second, third, and fourth chances and I love that I can do that in a small way for myself right now.
Please like me or at least act like it haha.