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A New Start

This blog has gained a little bit of dust over the past 4 years. Looking back at what is written before this, I'm haunted. I was in a very dark place in 2009/2010. It's sad to think about because I was so young, and nobody that young should be that sad. But I was young, and sad, and alone. Other than the darkness I feel when reading those entries, I also feel somewhat inspired. I've come a long way from then, and I'm a much stronger person. I wasn't helping myself at all back then, I was completely surrounded by negativity and I was okay with being depressed. I was okay with being that happy girl on the outside and the troubled sad soul on the inside. Things are different now. The depressed girl inside of me is not who I am, nor will I ever give in to her again. This blog is going to be dedicated to the journey, the journey through the pain. To the hope that will always exist, to the complex emotions we feel as human beings. .

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