March 2020 Update:
- I’m now 20 years old
- still alive!!
- still have mental and physical health issues, but am doing well, and everything is mostly under control rn
- quarantine is not a lot of fun
- I still write, though I usually avoid poetry because it reminds me of a hard time. But every so often I’ll randomly write like 6 poems and just kinda save em in my notes. Maybe I’ll share some on here again one day, or publish Last Words on kindle or something. You never know
- fallen in love and outta it. not dating rn and happy that way
- got coronavirus, it sucked, better now, no complications thankfully
- learned a new language since I’ve been on last
- soon will be getting a fern tattoo to represent my home and to honor someone
- graduated high school
- am now doing community college to get my 2 year degree
- because I chose to go community I’m paying my own way through college without difficulty, which is pretty neat
- moved to a new continent and back since I was last here. Life is nuts, y’all
- I have some really solid friends now, who support me, don’t make me feel overwhelmed with emotional burden for them, and just are really great friends. It’s still new even though it’s been 2 and a half years since I met the first one, but it’s pretty great
- figured out a name I like
- my life isn’t perfect (and I’m still horrible at doing homework), but it feels manageable. I can imagine myself having a future now, and fully believe I do have one, and that it’ll be good.
- haven’t self harmed in a very long time. with the ED I also am far into recovery and doing well with it.
- miss y’all, I hope my poems still can manage to help whoever stumbles across them.
Most importantly:
- I’m happy.
- (and if not now, someday you will be too)