I used to post here when I was 16
I’m 19 now
Everything I wrote about my family holds a lot of truth but other things? Not so much.
I think I grew up a bit, actually, no, a lot.
A series of horrible choice in men - constantly in and out of relationships to find someone who loves me well - chasing external validation yada yada yada
I could go on and on about the past 3 years but what I actually want yall to know is
(1) I finally left my house. I started discovering myself. Leaving my house for college was the best decision I made. It saved me.
(2) I found the love of my life who loves me in ways I couldn’t even imagine. (You’re not too broken to love my dear)
(3) I don’t feel like killing myself but if you do then please hang on for a little longer - there’s so much happiness love that’s waiting for you…


















