At one point I was 14/15/16/17 and feeling like nothing would ever get better, like I had to end life before it could get worse.
Today I woke up in my new apartment with my boyfriend staring at me like I was the only person on earth. I went to the kitchen barefoot with my shorts on and made tea in my favorite mug while he picked out his breakfast ingredients. It was rainy so I had a soft light on to see what I was doing and everything felt okay.
It got better.

















