In honor of Self-Harm Awareness Day…
This picture of my sister and me is just over four years old. I look basically the same but she’s not ten anymore.
Dude, I miss when my siblings were short and chubby and liked taking pictures with me.
I’m trying to cherish every day, to live like I could never have lived before. I want to enjoy the moments I used to miss out on, to love and let people love me. I can’t believe there was a time I didn’t want to be here anymore.
Also I’m so pale that my dim bedroom light turns me yellow and bleached-white.
Two successful drives home, this one longer than the first, but I stalled on the road multiple times instead of just once. Ugh, it’s really difficult.
In other news, my hair looked really cute today.
My youth pastor thought it would be a good idea for me to drive home tonight after activities. Made it to fifth gear for the first time, though I did stall on the street once and started to panic.
Learning to drive is scary, but I’m actually quite proud of myself for learning on manual and just doing it.