I'm back to reading books about girls in love I'm back to being entranced by words on pages for hours at a time I'm back to eating what I want with no remorse I'm back to having normal relationships with people my age I'm back to being able to grow out my nails without impulsively biting them off in seconds I'm back to buying clothes that fits me right now and not after I lose a few pounds I'm back to being able to walk around a mall without feeling every single person in my brain I'm back to coexisting without inhibitions about being myself I'm back to me... I'm back to happy.
For the first time in a long time, I feel like myself. I get emotional thinking about it because I'm still young, yet I feel as if mental illness has robbed me of so, so much. Today, I felt "back to happy".