All of my ramblings on one site ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I am doll part (doll eyes, doll arms) I really hadn't planned on it, but I ended up rereading a lot of my old entries, from like 2009-2010. I've always cringed at her. But she's me, and I love her now. I used to hate her. I used to feed her the same poison that everyone else did, because I thought she deserved it. She didn't, and I want her to know that I hear her, I see her, and I love her. She didn't deserve those friends, or those thoughts, or the way she always wanted to die. I want her to know that although maybe she was cringey and dramatic, that her feelings were, and are still, valid. Even for all her mistakes, that I now see as absolutely necessary (god especially those spelling mistakes, yikes), I forgive her. I love her, I see her, I hear her, I am her. And I want her to know that anti-depressants aren't (always) a tool for suppression, and she probably always needed them. But there's no room for regret, because we're here now, and everything's fine. 11:46 a.m. - 2020-10-01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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