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I read over this journal, and I thought "who the fuck were you?". I read over all the stupid bullshit I bitched and whined about. All the things I used to think were so valid. Things that I thought held water. It was bullshit. I was a whiny little bitch. That's all I was. I'm so fucking sick of looking in the past and seeing that, you know? It's so refreshing to have fucking moved on. I just...I don't care anymore. It's so simple. The solution was always there but I refused to seek it because I liked chosing misery as a lifestyle. It was NEVER as bad as I thought it was and it never will be. It's just not worth pouring all your energy into, using every waking hour to attempt to fix yourself. I dunno, that entire period of my life seems like wasted time. It was so blatantly unnecessary. I'm done going back there. I've been happy for a while now. I don't need this anymore.