These past 16 months of cutting, restricting, suicidal thoughts and general self hatred have come to an end. Those months feel like a movie, the days flowing into one another, a black on black photograph finally developing into a dreamy abstract picture. Its over. Its done. I think I’m okay now.
No. I know I’m fucking okay.
I made it out alive.
I made it with countless faded scars and healing but aged deep red ones.
I made it out with a tally of 10 suicide attempts.
I finally got the guts to ask my 10-month-secret-crush to be my girlfriend.
I’m still going to be on SP, because I’ve grown fond of all of you. But I’m better now and I wish you all the best of luck.
-with love and light