some days i mourn the life i could’ve had if i was more mentally stable back then. i mourn the community i couldve had and the pride of my parents. i mourn the skills i might’ve developed and the lessons i might’ve learned. they truly throw you to the wolves once you turn 18, and i got eaten alive.
but despite it all i ended up with what might be a dream job in an industry that excites me. i have a small but stable social circle, and i dont have the fear in my chest that ill lose them like i have so many times before. i have the support of my family as i save up money to survive on my own someday soon.
this defunct blog is the only secret space i have, hidden away from mostly everyone in my current life. my birthday is in a couple weeks so i felt a bit… nostalgic, i guess? so, consider this a thank you note to what never was. i appreciate you. i hope you’re well. i loved you all.
