So I started new.
Started again and re-healed myself. New me. New beginnings. New adventures. New friends. New places. New EVERYTHING.
I am no longer bound to my wounds and I'm forever grateful for that. I no longer hurt over someone I shouldn't.
I feel happy and for once, I don't feel like it's going to be stolen from me.
Let me ask something.
Is this what genuine happiness feels like?
Because if so, I'm loving every part of it
YOU ARE READING
A Diary?
RandomI've never been good at keeping things down in a place that isn't the dark chaotic messy place that I call my mind. I guess...you'll know how I feel now.
