I’m kind of at the point in my life where I’m not really sure where I went wrong. I mean I’m not dying or anything, but I feel kinda incomplete. I’ve given up on a lot of things that could have made my life great: school, relationships..a lot. I’ve bed. Struggling to rebuild for over a year now, and I’ve been making sure to remember the mistakes I’ve made And the people I’ve lost, so I don’t have a repeat. I think everything will work out.
Also there are a few people I’d love to talk to/ see before I leave for Canada, but that probably won’t happen. Most of them hate me.