Just an Average Person

Reading these old chapters makes me want to cringe myself to death. I’m glad I’m not such an edgelord now. I live w my boyfriend in a nice area, I have a Master’s degree, and I start a job I’m really excited for next week. It’s frustrating to think about the opportunities I missed because I was so focused on being miserable. At least I’m goth now, that’s pretty cool. Throughout all that time I’ve never stopped writing. My stories get thousands of views now, and I don’t have to be ashamed about writing them, or hide them from my family/friends. I wish someone had been kinder to me when I was in so much pain :(