Adopted? | Andy Biersack

Thirty One.

Dear Diary,
All my life I had been searching for something but I didn't know what it was. I'm a firm believer that happiness makes people prettier. Whether your happiness is in materialistic items or connections, do what makes you prettier. Make yourself beautiful, for you. Don't be beautiful for someone else. That's what I've learned out of this whole crazy journey I have embarked on over the last year or so since being adopted. I was thrown into this crazy situation that I had no idea how to handle, so I imploded. I bottled all my emotions. I'm so thankful for Andy— my dad. My life has changed so drastically because of him. Drastically in a good way. And I can't forget about his fellow band mates, my uncles. I mean, they're not really my uncles of course, but they may as well be. Without them I definitely would not be performing for thousands of people on a tour.
I've learned that people leave. And I've come to realise that leaving is okay. People grow and mature and tend to not relate anymore. I no longer have a burning hatred towards Josh. He needed to do what he had to do to be happy. And happiness is all I wish for him.
It used to scare me to death that one day I'd look back on my life and think of it as ordinary. That fear has now faded into a distant ponder, because my life is in no way ordinary. I have an amazing family, and I can't forget my amazing boyfriend. Everyone has that person they can't describe in words. The one person that they feel safe in when they hold you, that warm you up and make you laugh. That's Cody. When I'm in his arms it feels like all the sadness and worry in me has melted away. It feels like I'm free.
And that's what I am. Free.
- all the love, Harlow.