{"id":1309,"date":"2020-01-10T10:49:57","date_gmt":"2020-01-10T10:49:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-old-me-7\/"},"modified":"2020-01-10T10:49:57","modified_gmt":"2020-01-10T10:49:57","slug":"dear-old-me-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-old-me-7\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear old me"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>it has been more then a year now since my whole life changed. I want you to know that it is not you&#8217;re fault. It has never been you&#8217;re  fault. You couldn&#8217;t  know what kind of person he was. And that is okay.  In the past year I started feeling a little better. His hands are still there but i finnaly feel like  I have control over my life again. I am proud of the person I am now an sometimes i miss you ( the old me). I miss the happy girl who Always saw the good in people . But to be honest  you were very naief and had not seen enough  to know what I know now. Now I know that you can not trust evrybody. I learned a lot  about myself and i am finnaly starting to live without the feeling of him controlling me. <\/p>\n<p>it will be okay<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>it has been more then a year now since my whole life changed. I want you to know that it is not you&#8217;re fault. It has never been you&#8217;re fault. You couldn&#8217;t know what kind of person he was. And that is okay. In the past year I started feeling a little better. His hands [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1309","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-love-letters"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1309","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1309"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1309\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1309"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1309"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1309"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}