It’s amazing what you learn/remember when you read the beginning of your blog.

I started out here six months ago. Back then I was still in a semi-emotionally abusive relationship with an emotionally unstable boy, I still ran a thinspo/pro-anorexia blog, I was depressed almost all the time, and I hadn’t experienced the horror of my mother dying - even if she was only dead three minutes.

I’ve grown up a lot since then. I still deal with depression, but it’s not constant. I’m more responsible for my actions. I try to check my attitude whenever I get angry at something small (back then, I got pissed when my father didn’t want me borrowing his computer cord, even though the dog he didn’t train ruined it and he kept promising to take me to the store so I could buy a new one and he never did…but now it’s like ‘eh - big deal’). I’m so much less naive now. Yet some things were better then - I’m much more bitter and pessimistic now. 

But all in all, I like how far I’ve come in six months, even if it took an attempted sexual assault and my mother having a cardiac event to achieve it.

Some things are still the same, anyway - the Sun and Jin death gif makes me sob.