Life’s quite alright now. I’m reading my old posts and though I didn’t write much I know I was very very sad. It’s all okay now. It does get better.
Jeez, that’s insane. The first 2 poems I wrote here were from a year ago? Time really really flies. I guess it’s because it’s a pandemic. I couldn’t imagine being an adult in the pandemic at the moment. That must really be hell.
Right now is incredible. A step in the right direction. I’m happy. Not perfect, duh. But happier. Last year I was starving myself. I was drowning under the weight of my insecurity. I didn’t talk to anyone at all. I think my Instagram account was more than vacant. I don’t remember crying a lot, I think I was more empty than sad. Like there was a void I should fill. But now I think that void is filled. I just have to find a way to keep it right. I have to make sure it’s comfy. I will I can do it. All my friends have faith in me, and me writing this is proof I have faith in me as well.
Yours truly, Vanne