So I have rightly survived my ordeal, and I am much better because of it. I was at the point of wanting to ****, luckily, I pulled myself from the pit. I can now see that true love comes from me. Seeing life for what it really is, achieving some independence is key. Relenting my misery and hate with, love for today, and hope for tomorrow. Seeking to spread happiness, love, and care, in order to cast away my sorrow. Surpassing the land and walking on air. In spite of loss I feel somewhat stronger; I can truly doubt myself no longer.
Or so I thought
August 2, 2017: In life, you’ll have to inevitably go through some form of loss or some form of hurt. It’s a morose, but most likely necessary function of life. When this happens, it’s vital to first repair whatever damage or pain you have sustained and to then actually learn from your experiences. But obviously doing that is so much easier said than done. Sometimes it doesn't even happen.