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Better late than never, right?


Okay, okay, let’s just pretend I’m not 4 entries late to introducing myself. But hey, who’s counting? As they say, “Better late than never,” right? 🤭🤭

Hi, I’m Hoodie Girl, the face behind The Diary of the Hoodie Girl. I started this blog as a way to give my overactive mind a little break (because let’s face it, I’m an overthinker through and through 😭). Writing has always been my way to breathe, and now, I’m hoping it becomes that for you too.

This is my safe space, and I’d love for it to be yours as well. I just want to remind you that you’re not alone...we’re not alone. Overthinking might feel like chaos most days, but maybe, just maybe, it can also be something beautiful.

I don’t ask for much, just that you feel understood, seen, and loved here. Because you are. 

Stay ♥️♥️

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