16. it’s my 16th birthday.
i can’t believe it. i made it this far. i didn’t expect to be so happy with where i am, given all the hell people have thrown at me. i’ve survived and grown as a person through all i’ve been through in my life, and i can’t be prouder of myself.
a year ago today, i wouldn’t have believed you if you told me i wasn’t in that toxic relationship anymore, but instead, with the two pretty boys i accidentally fell so hard for.
two years ago today, i wouldn’t believe you if you told me i no longer spoke to those people who did nothing but make my life miserable, and found a way to rely on myself for my own happiness.
and lastly, 10 year old me. if you would’ve told them that they’d grow into the man he knew he could always be, he wouldn’t believe you. and if you told him he’d live to have his first kiss, his first heartbreak, his first date, his first time (that he actually enjoyed), his fourth coming out, and his first time driving. he wouldn’t have believed it either.
so little me, and past me, i am so proud of you. and you’ll make it to see your 17th too. i never stopped loving you. keep your head up.