i dont come to talk to you as much anymore. i think, some part of me has grown out of talking to what is essentially a wall. but you have been with me for so long I feel like I owe it to you to come back at least this once.

I was so young and scared when I came here. Do you remember? The world was too big and I was much too small.

I'm not much older now. still small, still scared. but yola, I got away. Away from my toxic family and my toxic home. I've been gone for 18 months now and have never. not once. wanted to go back.

I have a job now. A job im pretty good at. I work hard and I work long hours. I am tired most of the time. but its mine and I do it and thats so freaking cool.