Epilogue
So I went through my blog. It told a story of a sad, confused little girl and I was shocked to see, that girl is not me. Not anymore.
If this blog was a book, this would be an epilogue. Read it if you wonder what happens to sad teenagers who spend their lonely nights tumblring.
I live with my boyfriend in a big city. We will have our 2nd anniversary soon and I still think he is the most handsome of all people.
I study philosophy at a university. I truely love what I do. I failed first year due to anxiety - a new monster I had to battle, but I learned to live with this illness so well that right now it almost doesn’t affect my life. I’m ill, but my life happily goes on. I ride this dragon like a boss.
I haven’t talked to my mother for two years, expect a few bitter texts and a dry “hello” at court when I sued her for alimony. She has another child now. I wonder if in 16 years he will have a blog where he will talk shit about her.
Now this is gonna sound dramatic af, but it’s true: the person who run this blog doesn’t exist anymore. She was cute and sweet and I love her, but she is now just an oddly pleasant memory. She loved her blog and she would have wanted me to say goodbye to it, even if nobody ever reads it.
So goodbye.
