You know I’m glad that I let you go. I’m glad that I shed off all the old peices of myself to show I’m ready to fix myself. I’m ready to take all the peices you destroyed of your own self and piece them together for good. I’m ready to take all that depression and anxiety and make them memories. I’m finally ready to learn how to love myself. I have accepted that the only reason I’m not happy is because of myself. I’m tired of lying awake at night wanting to end it all. I’m tired of want to be vulnerable just so people would pay attention to me. I’m tired of being lonely.I’m tired of hating myself. I’m tired of being to fearful of the world to step out and see it for myself. I am going to follow my dreams. I’m going to make a YouTube and talk to tht camera as much s I want and Imight not get famous, but who cares. I don’t want my own fear to hold my back from something that I’ve wanted for so long. I’m going to put myself out there and show who I truly am. I’m going to wear pastel sweaters or black skinny jeans or flower crowns as much as I please and no one can stop me. I am no longer afraid. I’m no longer scared or depressed or anxious. I want to be happy and thanks to you being gone, I’m closer than ever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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