On my 22nd birthday I made a promise to myself, I said that this was it, I refused to have another birthday as somebody else.
Fast forward a few months I went back to the way things had always been and days started to blur into each other and I even forgot my own age.
22 years of a life I desperately thought I needed to forget when in reality I just needed to let go.
But it’s finally happening, I won’t give up this time.
I can not.
I am done letting fear dictate my future.
Letting it hold me back from a real life, a chance of happiness.
No more blurs, no more clinging onto painful memories, I won’t let myself die this way.
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Ive never been happy in my life, I was supposed to be dead the day I turned 18.. I am 25 today. It’s really a shame that I am still alive..
so happy that you’re gaining control of your life, it’s the most beautiful thing when a person manages to do that.