I kinda miss back when my feelings of angst and inadequacy ruled my existance and I wasnt so grown up and quiet.
At least I had something to say, even if it didnt matter.
However, even with the importance of what I have to say being at all relevant or not, I dont miss feeling super ridiculously shitty and not having the motivation to put up with stuff i didnt want to continue with anymore to carry me forward into something i MIGHT wanna do later.
Life since this blog crashed has been a laugh, and thats just the way I like it. Now everything really feels like its a building block, like life is going somewhere, like I'm leveling up and its good!
Lifes about to get a little harder, but in a good way, not a depressing one.
Which is AWESOME. I legit fucking hate being depressed.
Im glad thats all behind me.
I still get glimpses of it, but it is never as bad as it used to be.
Depression built a fighter, when it wanted to wreck a weak link.