Letter #7
Holy, fucking shit. I can't even explain how insane this whole thing is. I think it's insane because I always think that life is over until it's not. Its Feb 8, 2025. I didn't exactly know what type of mental place I would be in. I definitely did NOT expect it to turn out like this. I'm finally getting freedom. I'm finally feeling healthy. I don't think I'm as locked in as I should be but hey, when's the last time I really smiled the way I have now. A smile that isn't tainted by madness or mood swings. Not a result of some rush of adrenaline that wears off shortly after. I'm poised to be a position where I can improve and be happy exactly the way I wish. Not to mention, I think I'm in love again. Who fucking knew that could happen after the fucking fiasco. But a lesson learned is as such, I'm older, wiser, and grew through experiences. So many things I thought were bad turned out to be... bad. But I understand the meaning, and I h...
