It's kinda funny how much my life turned around; five months ago, I hated everything about myself and I hated the world so much for letting some douchebag walk all over me and for making me believe it was love. If you had asked me about how I was doing then, and if I answered honestly, I'd say that I wanted to die and I didn't want to be here anymore. Fast forward to now- I finally have my life very much together, I no longer hate myself or my body, hell, I'm even close to getting a boyfriend. But the thing that I didn't know, was that in order to be happy, you have to try. I'll never stoop that low to impress a guy, I'll never fall in love with the wrong person again even if I think it's right, and I'll definitely never let anybody use me like that again. Shit changes.