Two years ago, when I was 15, I made this account. I used it to vent my frustrations and desires and everything in between. I was feeling like the world was out to get me, and as though I had nothing worth losing anymore. Two years later, brings us to today. I lost the unloseable and took things for granted.
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I knew somewhere out there, my parents were worried sick. Somewhere out there, my friends wondered about me. I knew that a world like this wouldn't last forever, and I had to make it last. But I could always retell it.