It's not fair that at age 14 I was writing stuff like, "Oh my midnight ocean, I'm desperate to drown in your eyes of tidal waves."
Now I be taking college writing classes, looking at the floor for 30 minutes, and writing shit like, "Oddles of noodles gonna get me spahootled, my dudel."
It's so odd to be back, emotional even. So much as changed. When I started this blog i was horribly depressed, I didn't see a future for myself at ALL. I attempted to end my life 4 times. I've since gotten out of a horrible abusive 2 year relationship, lost my mother almost 2 years ago, graduated high school (WhooHoo! Class of 2020!), chopped all my hair off, came out as PanSexual, and been excepted to my dream collage to study Creative Writing.
I dont know who all will see this, if any of you are still here, but I want you to know that life Can get better if you try. I didn't think it could but once I took responsibility for my life into my own hands, put on a tough face and, "I'm ready to be happy," my life got better.