I like the think that little me is proud of me. If we went back to maybe 10 year old me, who was already struggling, already suffering and told her everything that we went through just a few years later and where we are now I think she'd be so confused on why we had to suffer so long, because even back then I knew I was a difficult kid and I wasn't the perfect friend, but she didn't deserved what happened to her next, and neither did I
We are very much not the same person now. But I hope she'd be proud of what we went through and how we survived, because I feel like she wouldn't believe we could if I wasn't standing in front of her, the man I am now

















