Sometimes, like right now, random memories hit me out of the blue. I can't help but think about how this experience used to be. In the past, random memories were mainly bad ones. The kind of stuff you'd rather forget. These days, random memories instantly make me laugh. 99% of them are fun ones in one way or another. I haven't done everything I wanna do in life yet but I think emotionally, I actually made it already. I'm very content and happy with my life. I've come to love imperfection and thus, my own self.

I'd love to share how I went from a miserable emo kid whose parents divorced early and used me as a tool to hurt each other and went trough physically and emotionally abusive relationships with a criminal history involving drugs and theft to a perfectly content, loving adult in a stable marriage with plans to build a house and have children soon.