I’m Not Who I Used To Be.

Some things will never be read, some feelings will never die, but I can write them down to keep myself alive.

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I feel alone. I feel like the world will never allow me to be the person I would like to or allow me to be happy with my decisions. Something always happens, that dramatically changes my life. And then I start over. That’s not an option anymore so it’s like I’m building my own sadness. Every day. Little by little. I’m chipping away.

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My 5 year transformation in a picture 👽

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