Four years later

Basically a story of me in a matter of four years.

Four years ago I had no idea what I wanted to do in life or if I even cared enough to live. I spent so much time feeling depressed feeling sorry for myself and just being a miserable person in general. I focused on people who I still can't talk to, wanted to be with, wanted to be around and they wanted nothing to do with me. There's a lot that has changed. There is a lot that can still change. The purpose of me writing something four years later is to let people know that life doesn't always have to be that horrible. Yes I still have struggles, anger, sadness, and a million other emotions but there is always someone there to help me through them. I have made something of my life and didn't just lay down in a ditch to die which I was so confident would happen before. The person who I wanted to talk to the most, still has nothing to do with me and that's fine. At least I know I did everything I could to try and change things with them. It didn't work and a lot of the times that is the case with people. I laugh everyday instead of crying. I talk to people instead of shutting them out and taking out my emotions on my body. I can't even began to describe how much things have changed and my point in this is to hold on to something...no matter how small and useless it seems at the time, there is always something or someone who gives you reasons to keep on living.