I’ve made a life change. I probably should have done it at the beginning of this year, but I wasn’t sure yet. But now, four days before my 17th birthday, I am.
Okay, so it’s not that big of a deal to you all, but it seems major to me. I’ve been calling myself Vicky since the beginning of 6th grade, at least. I refused to speak to anyone (besides my family and one guy) who called me Victoria. I suppose I just wanted to individualise myself a bit, break away from what my parents decided to brand me.
But from this day forward, I am
That feels so good to say. I wrote it on the top of my paper at school and it was just a nice moment.
There are a few reasons behind the change, but part of it is that I’m just tired of “Vicky.” Plus, if I don’t enunciate well, people end up thinking it’s Mickey or Nicky or some crap. And I’ve come to realise that my mother is right and that Victoria is a very pretty name.
Alright, sorry for wasting your time with 185 irrelevant words about my name, but I really need to get that outtt.
Also sorry about the pretentious Latin titles, but my name is basically directly Latin so I thought it was cool. Not even sure if “victoriosa” is properly conjugated….my grammar needs some polishing.
Now it’s 242 words.