#ivereallychanged

forgot how therapeutic writing can be, and how it freeing it can be. I wrote a letter to my ex, because I see him tomorrow. It’ll probably be the last time I ever see him, and I want him to know how I feel, because I’m trying to acknowledge my feelings, and free my heart from my mind, because my self-doubt, and lack of self-esteem is my own worst critic. I’m trying to be selfish and show everyone who I really am, and I’m not trying to live my life for other people now, but for what I really want, need and what I really think about everything because Disney loves me for who I am and they taught me to always be myself, and that no matter I always have a home at Disney...