so many ppl from your past know a version of u that no longer exists
Hi tumblr! Oh my, it’s been 3 years since I’ve last been here. I told you I’d always find my way back. So much has changed since I’ve been gone. I moved to a new city, turned 26, finished undergrad AND graduate school, got ENGAGED to my best friend, landed my dream job and gosh so much more! But that’s the high light so far.
I remember when I used to come on here sad and trying to figure out when things will get better and I thought “soon”— it’s soon now and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.
Dear past-self, we made it.
whatever I go thru, I get thru. so even when I’m not good..I’m good
If you see me looking zoned out it’s cuz im having a therapy session with myself in my head
i don’t know how to ask for help i disappear and come back when i’m good
I hate hate HATE that I require so much reassurance like things could be going perfectly fine but there’s always a part of me that believes that all of it is a lie




