Another decade.
It's weird thinking about it, How I've made it to this age.
I survived several suicide attempts in 8 years, survived my abusive mother, survived depression, survived living in a world that isnt built to accomodate people like me.
I'm not happy that I made it out alive, but I'm not upset either. Its a really strange feeling, thinking that making it to 30 is a wild concept to me.















