I apologize ahead of time if this is some of the most choppy writing you have ever read, it's been quite hard putting my thoughts into words. It's been really strange reading my old writing. I realized as I was reading how unhappy I was. The themes in my "book(s)" were centered around self-hatred and death. That was two years ago. To think that such a young person could be feeling like that was heartbreaking. I found it quite hard to even think about that period in my life and it seems so far away. And I'm quite glad for it. I feel great these days, surrounded by loving people and looking forward to the future all the time. I'm not really sure what I'm trying to accomplish by writing this and posting it. I suppose something to take away from it could be that things do get better and I am so thankful for the people, who may or may not be reading this (you'll know who you are), that supported me and made me feel okay with everything. It was extremely helpful to just forget about myself and sort of become a different person for a while-I don't know if anyone knows the feeling, I'm sure someone does. But, I was feeling quite alone in my personal life in those days and I had you all to make me feel less so. For those few who even clicked on this, thank you.
