Wishing I was home...
I can clearly see myself writing in my LiveJournal in the basement of my parents' house all those years ago. I can't believe how much has changed since then. It really is incredible.
I remember furiously struggling with heartache and doubt. I remember bandaging self-inflicted cuts and plastering fake smiles trying to get through life at the time.
And even though I am quickly approaching my 29th birthday, I think life is better now.
I can't write that I know life is better now because I don't know for sure. Yes, there are still some struggles. And so much still remains uncertain.
But, *smile* everyone is moving forward. And once upon a time, I didn't think that was possible.
I'm glad that I was wrong.
I remember furiously struggling with heartache and doubt. I remember bandaging self-inflicted cuts and plastering fake smiles trying to get through life at the time.
And even though I am quickly approaching my 29th birthday, I think life is better now.
I can't write that I know life is better now because I don't know for sure. Yes, there are still some struggles. And so much still remains uncertain.
But, *smile* everyone is moving forward. And once upon a time, I didn't think that was possible.
I'm glad that I was wrong.