It's kind of nice to think about this time last year, and the year before that, and how I'm better now. Things aren't perfect, I still have a lot of issues and bad days and worries, but it feels like I'm at least okay. I'm doing okay, without any medicine to keep me above the surface. And I allowed myself to admit that I had suppressed my grief ( Read more... )

I feel... confused, awkward, and embarrassed, and slightly annoyed. :|

Where to begin?

I'm going to stop being such an attention whore (I don't like unwanted attention, but I like attention when I want attention).
Yes. I think that's where to begin.