Sometimes it's hard to learn from all your mistakes

Writing my feelings gives me anxiety
so I've stayed quiet

for years, obviously

I've blocked a lot of shit out..for years now. I've ended things that I thought weren't good for me. But I've healed from my pain. From loss. 

I wish I could tell you, tell me, that things are perfect. But they're not. However, I'm hopeful. 

I forgave myself, by the way, if you were wondering. 

The last time I wrote anything on this page I was 23 years old. Now, I'm 26, with my own apartment, single, and at the beginning of loving myself (better)

I'm gonna post this before I delete it all