Sometimes you shouldn't go back
I just read up on all my past posts for the last hour or so. A few thoughts.
1. I needed professional help. I saw more cries for help than a bunch of teenagers without WiFi. How I managed that maze of depression is beyond me.
2. The drama I created was an obvious cry for attention. And I certainly do not deserve any awards aside form a good smack upside the head.
3. I am quite embarrassed about how I was in the past. I'd delete this whole damn journal but reading those posts was a wake up call and will allow me to (hopefully) learn from my past.
4. I still dig most of the lyrical poety I wrote.
5. Getting out of Western New York was probably one of the best things I did for my mental health.
Wow. Mind fuck.