Every thought in my mind
they are slowly drowning me
my past is haunting me and
every dream
was woken up by scream
my demons are louder
every day is getting harder
I cause myself this pain
by thinking about the blade sharp words you say
I fall asleep to the pain of knives
and then I dream about heights
stars and angels high up in the sky
they make me cry
I'm bleeding out and
my worth I doubt
every word that I tell myself
they may
lead me closer to my grave.
every hour I'm awake
going crazier day after day
wondering why it all goes so wrong
wondering how can I go on
I'm giving up
I'm just too messed up
let me take this pain away
I'm sorry I don't want to stay
- t.e

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I fall way too fast and I hold on for way too long.
When I fall, no one has been there to catch me, like I’ve expected. Instead I hit the bottom and all the pain in the world runs through my veins that I want to slit open.
I get fast attached. So incredibly fast.
People come and go in life and I believe that everything happens for a reason and that every person that comes or has left or is in your life now, is there to teach you something. You may not know it yet, but you will someday.
I try to focus on the fact that people come and leave and that it’s just a part of life, but I still blame myself for people leaving me. Maybe I’m just too messed up? Too depressed? Too damaged? Yes I may be those three things, but even though I’m depressed and stuff, I’m still loving and caring, I promise.
I fall in love so easily and fast. We can have eye contact for a second and I’m already in love. Hearing your voice can have me completely in love. Lots of things, simple or not, make me fall in love. And please do not tell me “you’re too young to know what love feels like”. Just because I’m only 15, it shouldn’t impact any of my feelings, you know?
I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing to fall in love easily. And I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing if you feel deeply.
Here is a quote that I’ve come up with, “Heartbreak hurts, even if the person who broke it was never yours.”
I fall in love with people I know that don’t love me back, I fall in love with people I’ll never see again and I fall in love even if you just give me a compliment.
I fall in love so easily and my heart has been broken so many times, since I’m also very fragile. But it's okay.

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“To be in love is like falling of a cliff with no intent of looking down. You don’t care if it’s going to hurt when you hit the bottom. All you care about is that for just a short period of time, you felt like you could fly."


I've fallen so many times but people keep letting me hit the bottom, no one catches me and it hurts.
But one day I will whisper
"angels can fly" and it will be my very last try.


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  • stand up for yourself, don’t let people just walk over you. stand up for yourself and do not let anyone bring you down
  • stand up for other people. if you see someone get bullied or harassed, help them. If someone has a bad day, be their shoulder to cry on. when someone is feeling anxious, take their hand so that they remember that they aren’t alone in the situation.
  • be yourself. no matter if you think you are too weird or something, it doesn’t matter. just be yourself, be beautiful in your own unique way.
  • don’t let society change the person you are
  • “why are you trying so hard to fit in, when you were born to stand out.”
  • it’s okay to not be okay all the time.
  • it’s okay to ask for help and it does not show any kind of weakness.
  • it’s okay to mess up sometimes. we all do mistakes and fail and mess up. but you’ll get through it, sooner or later.
  • you are strong. so strong that you will get through your first heartbreak, you’ll get through the second and third heartbreak as well.
  • it’s okay to feel the feelings you have. no matter if it’s lgbtq+ related or other feelings like anger and feeling lost.
  • don’t give up on your dreams, goals and your passion. do not give up on them, ever. don’t let anyone else make decisions for you or tell you how to live your life.
  • you can’t force love. people come and go in life and they are there to teach you something somehow, you may not see it yet but you will someday. You can’t force someone to love you. No matter how hard you try, if the person isn’t noticing or isn’t willing to carry the love you have for them, leave them. You are worth the amount of love that you try to give to someone else. When I’ve been in love with someone, heartbreak hurt so goddamn much but I got through it. I’ve had crushes on people but I’ve given up on them because they didn’t take the love i wanted to give. if there’s no feelings, there’s no relationship. i fall in love so easily. just a second of eye contact or a compliment can make me instantly fall in love. That’s just the kind of person I am.
  • always focus on the person you are. focus on growing and learning. focus on loving yourself and not letting a single hate comment bring you down.


I hope that thsi helped you even a little bit. I try to remember these things as well. I'll write soon again, *hugs*

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​Yes you read that right. This will probably be the most depressing and sad blog-post I’ll ever write. My heart is beating a little fast now when I’m writing this. I know that this is a very personal thing and I’m not sure if I’ll regret posting this or not, we’ll see. I just want to say that no, I do not write or do things to get attention. I do not write this so that other people can feel pity for me. I’m writing this because I write lots of personal things here. And this might as well be the most personal thing yet. If my mom or dad finds out about this they will tell me to unpublish this, but I don’t think I will. But anyway, let me tell you a story of what’s that happened..


25th of June 2017.

About 1-2 am I started to feel anxious and exhausted. I was also angry a little and I don’t know why really. At 1:45 am I went outside and stole some cigarettes from my dad. I sat against the wall around the corner of the house. I smoked two and I was just breathing and listening to the silence. Then I got back inside quietly. I went into my room and I stared at myself in the mirror. Then I just thought to myself, “I’m not afraid anymore, I’m ready to end this”. I went to the kitchen and took a few bottles of water into my room. I opened all the pill bottles and took pills from their packages. I sat there on my bed in the prettiest dress I own. I quickly write some sentences for a few people I love. My phone was filling up with messages from friends because they were worried. I replied to some of them, then I told them “sorry but I need to go now.” I laid down on my bed and did what I did. I think that it was 3:30 am or something when everything went black.


I woke up in the hospital and I think that dad was the first person I saw when I opened my eyes, (I think?) then my brother. I looked around, tired, and asked where I was. They told me that I was in a hospital in the city. Then dad told me that my phone is broken because he stepped on it. (which I found out days later that it was a joke) So I had to use my brothers phone to let everyone know that I was alive. I asked if my brother wanted to take a picture of me (that I sadly didn’t save) and I looked so messed up. So I let people know that I’m alive.

In the evening, my mom and her boyfriend came to see me. I hate seeing people I love, crying. We talked a little and I felt loved. I wanted to cry too but no tears came out, I was probably in such a chock. I had never really been to a hospital, especially not in like emergency.


26th of June 2017

I ate breakfast and laid in bed until my dad and brother came with a bag of things and clothes to wear, since I didn’t have any clothes with me or on me.

In the afternoon the ambulance came and they brought me to the mental ward which I’ve been to before, in February. But now it’s in a new place which is much bigger, more cozy and pretty and not so depressive and small as the old place was. It feels like home, doesn’t that sound depressive?


28th of June 2017

The day was the same as the other one’s aka sleeping, eating and watching tv. That day I also got to know someone here, who’s really nice and cute af. We got to know each other and talk and it felt good. He was so funny and cute omg. He made me smile. Anyway. That evening, probably at 10pm-12am I got a panic attack. A horrible one. You know, hitting walls, screaming into pillows and stuff.


29th of June 2017

I was going crazy because my dad came to see me every day and it’s difficult because I have to pretend to be fine even though I tried to kill myself, he doesn’t understand. I’ve told the people here (the “nurses”) that I don’t wanna see him for a while. I haven’t talked to my dad ever since the 29th of June. He still sends me text messages every day and it kills me because he deserves so much better, my dad deserves a better daughter. I haven’t even replied but I think I will write to him today. But I just wanted to take a break because I was exhausted of pretending to be fine.

This day was a really shitty day. Personal reasons. A few anxiety attacks because of reasons I won’t tell. But it wasn’t a nice day, that’s all I can say.


A few days later, one night, I felt overwhelmed and in chock. I was alone in my room, tears started to stream down my cheeks, my chest felt tight and I couldn’t breathe. I walked around in the room, crying, screaming into pillows and hitting walls. After doing that for about an hour I went to the office, registry thing,(I hope you know what I mean) and one of the adults that take care of us (I don’t wanna call them nurses) asked what’s wrong and then I started sobbing even more said that “I can’t do this anymore, I’m losing my mind.” and then they told me to go and sit down in my room while they try to calm me down. I don’t remember much more from that night.

7th of July 2017 when I’m writing this. A lot has happened in just two weeks. Lots of medicine, sleeping and watching movies. My mom and her boyfriend come and visit now and then.Then there are other personal things that I won’t tell anyone.


I’m in such a difficult situation. Where do I wanna live, at my mom’s or dad’s? For how long will I be here? Will I have any summer break aka freedom this summer?

And how I’m feeling right now? I’m depressed, more than ever before. I cry myself to sleep every night. The people who work here aka the nurses had to hold me so I wouldn’t hurt myself by hitting the wall. Other nights have been more calm and quiet.

During the days I may feel a little anxious here and there but I’ve gotten through it. I hope that I’m going to be strong enough to get through every obstacle on this journey. But I’m so messed up. And I don’t really know what to do.


I just wanted to say that, it gets better. I know, I’m suicidal and depressed but I’m still here. I’m staying strong as much as I can and even if I fall many times, I will get back up. Everything will be okay, some day. Maybe not tomorrow or the day after that or maybe not in a year from now. But some day, you’ll see light.


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Hi everyone! I haven’t written here in a very long time I feel like. A lot has happened so I want to talk to you guys. And since my psychologist/therapist is on holiday, I won’t see her for a while. So by writing this down and you reading it, it helps me.


So I got through 8th grade and I’m proud of myself because my grades were better than I thought. I happy that I get to have a break from school. I made a list of things that I want to achieve this summer or what my goals are for summer, you know, dance in the rain, midnight swimming, lots of pictures taken, adventures and stuff like that. I don’t have too much on that list so hopefully I’ll manage to achieve them all.


Okay so anyway, on the 3/4/17, I finished 8th grade.

I spent a few days at my moms. Me and my big brother went to a cute coffee shop and we also did some shopping. We went to the cinema to watch “Baywatch” which was such a funny movie I cried. The next day we went out to eat lunch, my brother and I. I ordered a toast and my brother ordered a mini hamburger. Then after that we walked around in the city, talking. Then we sat down in a coffee shop which was tiny and cute and I got a really pretty latte haha! During those days when we were in the city we drank so many coffees it’s insane. I love spending time with my bigbro.

So the days between 5th-8th of June we were in the city and at my mom’s apartment.


On the 10/6/17 me and my grade went to a Christian camp. We had to do it to get a confirmation in church or something, it’s hard to explain. So the whole class went by buss deeper into the country-side. There were people from other schools too and me and my friends, we laid our eyes on three boys. Yep. And we (or my friends) gave them nicknames, which was so funny. They left the camp a few days before us and we didn’t really get to know them but we were still really sad.

The camp wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Some things were fun, other things were not. I cried a lot because of one thing that i don’t feel like telling completely but I can just say that.. heartbreak hurts, even if the one who broke it was never yours.

I’m glad that I have those few people I can trust somewhat on, they were there to hold me and listen. Even though I cried many times, I still got good memories from the camp. The boys with nicknames, the place and the food (oh and btw during that week I ate 1 and a half kg of grapes and Idgaf about what you think about it haha.)

When we got home from the camp it was my big brother’s birthday, he’s now 17.

Then on the 18th I got a confirmation in church or I got confirmed in the church ok I don’t know how to say it please understand.

Then on the 19th I went to my mom’s apartment in the city again. Me, my bigbro, my mom and her boyfriend went to eat and the food was so hot and spicy. But I ate it and it was delicious even though it was hot. Me and my big brother walked in the city and stuff and then he had to go home but I stayed. Later that afternoon I met one of my very best friends, Sara, who I don’t see often at all. God it made me happy seeing her. We went to a cafe to catch up. I ordered myself 2 ice mocca’s (no regrets, do not judge me) and a cinnamon bun (because they are my favourite) and for Sara I ordered a piece of mudcake and an ice latte. It was so nice seeing her and I already miss her a lot. But I’ll see her soon again.


Some days have been boring so I don’t feel like telling you anything about those days. But 23/6/17 was my first day of my summer job. My summer job is to wake up early to go and pick up some freshly baked cinnamon buns and bread, then go and sell them to tourists that have come here. I sat there for about 3 hours and then I told dad (who was there with me) that I can’t do this anymore. I told him that I’m hungry, I feel like throwing up and I’m feeling anxious, but he just said yes yes.. Thanks for that support, Dad.

Later that evening my friend came over to my house. We catched up a little and after 10 pm we went out. We went to a place where me and her used to play all the time when we were kids. I can’t believe that on that exact place and time, 6 years ago we spent new years together, and now we were laying there drinking and smoking, and I was wishing for death. I got drunk, for the first time in my life and it was hilarious haha! My friend also got drunk. It was so fun! Later that night my big brother saved me and we all got home safely.


This is everything I’ll write in this life update. The next one which I’m going write soon is depressing and I’m not sure if it will be a long blog-post or not but just read this one first. Life has been pretty hard lately. But I hope you all are okay and enjoying summer and life. I love you all *hugs*


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Every thought in my mind
they are slowly drowning me
my past is haunting me and
every dream
is woken up by scream
my demons are louder
every day is getting harder
I cause myself this pain
by thinking about the blade sharp words you say
I fall asleep to the pain of knives
and then I dream about heights
stars and angels high up in the sky
they make me cry
I'm bleeding out and
my worth I doubt
every word that I tell myself
they may
lead me closer to my grave.
every hour I'm awake
going crazier day after day
wondering why it all goes so wrong
wondering how can I go on
I'm giving up
I'm just too messed up
let me take this pain away
I'm sorry I don't want to stay
- t.e

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I’m finally on summer break, well I've been on sumer break for almost 3 weeks already and now that I say that I'm stressing because I haven't really done much at all and I've been feeling so depressed. But I can’t even begin to describe how excited I am! I’m a little bit anxious since it’s the first year that I have a summer job and since I have anxiety it can be a little bit difficult but it’s worth it because I earn some money. But yeah anyway, I hope that this will be the best summer yet. In the beginning of the year I wrote a list of things I want to achieve this year and I haven’t really done much that’s on the list but I wrote a list of things I want to achieve/do this summer.

  • feel confident in a bikini
  • look at stars more often
  • sit on the beach in the evening and look at the sunset and listen to ocean waves that make the silence less silent
  • go to Sweden
  • do lots of shopping haha
  • lose weight and reach my goal weight
  • wake up early and go to the gym
  • go on lots of adventures
  • use my camera more
  • spend time with positive people
  • save money
  • eat healthy
  • spend time with people I don’t see so often
  • read lots of books
  • live in the moment
  • forget the stress and worries
  • focus on being happy and working on my mental health
  • spend more time with my mom
  • dance in the rain

I’m going to make sure that this is going to be a summer to remember.

I hope that you all have an amazing summer. Do things that make you happy, forget your worries and live in the moment.


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There’s a lot going on and I feel like I should talk about it. Everyone knows some things about me or maybe they think they know. Let’s clear some stuff up. I’m not sure if most of you know this or not and I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned it on my blog, but I cut. There I said it. But it shouldn’t surprise you, am I right? And now people will think “she’s such an attention seeker” just because I cut. And I get that. People don’t understand. Some people cut to get attention which I think is unnecessary. I’m not one of those people, believe it or not. I don’t do it for attention. I’m not going to explain why I do what I do because people will still not understand. People think that I cut to get attention because I wear t-shirts (and it also seems to bother people that I wear a push up bra and tank tops, which makes me seem like a goddamn whore which I’m not). I’m sorry but am I not allowed to feel confident in my own body? I wear whatever I want to wear. I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable or triggered but it’s not like I can just remove what I have on my arms. If it makes you feel better, sure I can wear long sleeved shirts in the middle of summer, or instead you can just ignore me and not look at my scars and if it’s hard to do since it’s pretty easy to notice my scars, just leave me alone? Don’t come near me. That shouldn’t be so hard to do.

And what other people may think it disturbing is how open I am. I “complain” about my life, because sometimes I feel like saying stuff. I’m not always i therapy and now I’ve realized that I shouldn’t say some stuff to people that I think is personal. Because people will get angry and tired because I complain. I’m just talking as if I would be in therapy, because I thought that I could trust them and talk to them. But since it bothers people and since it can give people more ideas on what they can say about me, I will stop. I will stop talking about stuff to people. But on this blog I will write about whatever I want to write about, since it’s my blog. I may complain a lot but it’s not like I’m the only one who complains about life.

To be honest, I shouldn’t care about what other people say or think about me. I know who I am and most of the people who talk about me, do not know me. They think they do but they don’t. Keep on talking about me if it makes you feel better but whatever you say, it won’t define me, it defines you.

Another rumor that I’ve heard is that my quotes and poems are disturbing or weird or too deep or ridiculous. Well in case you didn’t know, I love poetry. I love writing. It helps me. And hopefully my words help other people. Maybe what I write can be inspiring? or relatable? And just because you don’t understand the point why I write, don’t fucking judge? I think it’s disgusting how other people can talk about how they find someone else's passion disturbing or weird or whatever. Writing makes me feel alive, so let me feel alive. And what I write maybe doesn’t make sense to you and it’s okay. Sometimes people just don’t understand.

There’s a lot of rumors about me and people talk about me behind my back. To be honest I think that even my closest friends do that. And now I find it really difficult to trust people. But it doesn’t matter what other people think about me, what matters is what I think about myself.

I’m weird, difficult to handle and I’m really fucking messed up. I believe in God and I pray to God almost everyday. I don’t give a shit about if you think it’s unnecessary or ridiculous, I won’t change. I support equal rights and I hope that someday both women and men will be equal. I don’t wanna call myself a feminist because people don’t like that word. If you are a feminist, people see you as a person who wants women to be on a higher level than men, which is not what it means. But in today’s society, if you are a feminist it means that you want women to be on a higher level than men. So I’m not a feminist, just to clear that up.

I’m bisexual, which people have been really supportive about. It seems like it hasn’t bothered anyone, which is good. But what annoys me is that even though it’s already 2017, people still use the word “gay” as an insult. If you do that, it only proves what an immature person you are.

What also annoys me is that people joke about serious things like suicide and rape. It’s so fucking wrong to joke about that stuff. People don’t know what other people around them are going through. If someone is suicidal, and you say rude or inappropriate comments about it, you might push that person over the edge. And if you do push the person over the edge, don’t fucking say after that that it was their fault. Yes it was their decision, but thanks to you and other things, the person committed suicide.

And joking about rape is extremely inappropriate. There’s nothing that’s okay with rape or joking about it. No means no and there’s nothing more you should have to say. So don’t fucking joke about rape.

Speaking about suicide, it seems to bother people that I talk about it for example on my blog. I’m suicidal in case you haven’t noticed and once again people will think that I am an attention seeker and that I say it to get attention but I don’t. How can you be suicidal to want attention? It doesn’t make any sense. If you know someone who is suicidal, don’t talk shit about it. You should help them. Do something. Talk to them, not about them.

It bothers people when I say that I want to kill myself and that I will kill myself. And I get it. It actually should bother you. And to the people I’ve said that to, I apologize. I’m sorry. It may make you worried and I’m sorry about that. I will stop saying that. But then again, I mean what I’ve said.

What I also want to talk about is my mental illnesses. When I went to the mental ward I was obviously not in school. I’m sure that there were rumors going around. Someone told me that they heard someone say that going to the mental ward was exaggerating. I went there because I didn’t trust myself being alone? I wasn’t exaggerating ffs. Same thing with not being in school. These past few weeks I’ve been at home a lot, away from school. And all that people were saying is that I was “sick”, that I was pretending just because I was too lazy to go to school. No. I am fucking depressed and some days are harder than others. Some days I don’t feel like eating or even getting out of bed. So I come up with an excuse to tell my dad because he doesn’t understand anything about mental illnesses. So I stay at home because I just can’t go to school because I’m depressed. But I don’t expect people to understand. What annoys me is that people don’t talk about depression. We have never talked about depression in school. Last week someone asked what anxiety was and I got so shocked. I get that some people don’t know how it feels like to have anxiety but the fact that people don’t even know what it is, that makes me upset. I hope that we would talk more about mental illnesses at school so maybe people wouldn’t judge so much. I will actually make a presentation this time next year and talk about mental illnesses.

I don’t know what more to say. It’s over 2 am and I have to get up in about 3 hours. But I had to write this.

I hope that this helped some of you to realize some stuff. I just wanted to clear some stuff up. This, what I just wrote, is the truth. It is the goddamn truth. So don’t say stuff that aren’t true. I’ve realized that people around me, even some of the people I’ve trusted, aren’t worth my time. I will surround myself with positive people who make me happy. I will let go of people who aren’t good for me. And whatever you say about me, whatever rumour you decide to create, I know who I am and that’s all that matters. Thank you for reading this, I really appreciate it.


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The last blogpost I wrote was a life update and this will also be one. In the last blogpost I told you that I was feeling better, happier and the most positive I’ve been in months. And it’s true. For a few weeks I was actually feeling better. But then, it all came crashing down again. It’s so hard to write stuff down when there are so many thoughts in your head. I don’t know where to begin.

One evening when I was feeling fine, I suddenly started crying. I was thinking about my life, my mom and her past. Memories and traumas came back. Then it all began again. I hit bottom again. I was feeling better for a few weeks and I fell. I was back at the start. But I will get back up, somehow.

I’ve been in a shock for a day because of what happened in Manchester. I don’t wanna talk so much about it. But it terrifies me. In concerts, people are supposed to feel like they can forget all the worries in life and feel happy and alive. People died and went missing. I can’t even imagine the traumas people will get. I hate this world. There are so many horrible and absolutely disgusting people in this world. But even though we are scared, we can’t stop trying to live our lives. We can’t hide and be scared because of what happens in this world. No one should be scared to go outside, to concerts or wherever. We can’t live our lives worrying or being scared too much. This world is a very dark place, but it can be beautiful. There is always hope. I’m getting tired of all the goddamn hate in this world. We really need to start accepting and loving each other. Can you imagine how incredibly beautiful the world would be if we replaced hate with love? It’s up to all of us to do that, love.

I’m praying for every family and every person who got affected by what happened at the concert and I’m praying for Ariana. I’m praying for more love and less hate, for more acceptance and less judgement. I’m praying for hope. It’s going to be okay, someday.

There are still some things I feel like telling since this is a life update. Bad news, I failed my math test haha. But I’ll fix that. I’ve been feeling pretty depressed lately and I feel like I’m not good enough for a person I love. I’m angry at myself for being like this, for being the way that I am. I’m so angry that the past two nights I’ve hit the wall until I’ve seen blood, great. But f*ck it. And the day before yesterday I got a mental breakdown at school, great.

I’m angry and sad but I still try to find hope. It’s going to be okay, I just have to believe it.

Good news, I’ve lost at least 14 kg (about 30 lbs) in 10 months and that is insane. I’m proud of myself. I finally start feeling more confident. Another good thing is that there’s only 9 days until summer break. I’m excited yet anxious and I’m not sure why.

I’m blessed to have a best friend who’s always there for me and she has helped me through a lot and I can’t even describe how much I love her.

I don’t know what more to say except, be kind to everyone, replace hate with love and replace judgement with acceptance. There is always hope.


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Hi everyone. How are you? I hope you’re fine. I’m going to write a life update even tho there isn’t so much that has happened but I just want to write.

These past few weeks I’ve felt so much better than the months before. I’m in a better mindset and I didn’t think that it was even possible for me to ever be this happy again. I have spent time with myself, writing and finding inspiration. I haven’t been around negative people, I’ve eaten much healthier and I work out everyday. I do things that make me happy.

In my recent blog post I told you about how I broke down one night. Same thing happened yesterday. So these past two nights I’ve had long mental breakdowns. I was just really sad about personal things I don’t feel like sharing on the internet. But I was scared that I will f*ck things up just by being myself and that’s why I was angry at myself, because I’m so messed up and I am terrified that it will ruin things. I was overthinking, I asked myself lots of questions that started with “what if”. I was blaming myself for things that have happened in the past. I felt like I wasn’t good enough. Not good enough for people to love me.

But I talked to my best friend then, when I was having a mental breakdown. And I can’t even begin to explain how much she means to me. She is probably the smartest person I’ve ever met and I’m so happy that I get to call her my best friend. She told me things, she told me the truth. And that helped me. She helped me. And I’m so thankful for that, for having her in my life.

I go to therapy once a week. My psychologist has noticed that I’m feeling better, that I seem brighter and stronger. And it’s true. These past few weeks I have learned so much. I’ve gotten through the mental breakdowns and anxious moments. I’ve learned a lot about myself and life. I feel stronger than ever before. In months, I haven’t seen a future but now I see one and that’s progress. I’m slowly becoming more confident. I feel happy. And I know that whatever happens, I will get through it. It will be hard, but it’s possible.


There’s only 17 days until summer-break. That’s insane. I am so so excited for summer. As you guys know I write a lot and I write down goals. I just wrote a goal-list for summer. It’s also a kind of to-do list. I have a lot planned and I’m so excited! This summer will be the best one yet, I will make sure it is. It’s going to be a summer to remember.

So there isn’t much left of school. Recently we have had lot’s of tests and I’ve gotten through each and every one. I only have one test left tomorrow and I’m sure it’s the last one. Then I also have a presentation in history on Friday which I’m a little nervous about but I’ll be fine.

I feel so much better than the past few months. I feel stronger and more confident than ever before. It is possible. No matter how hard life gets, no matter how many times it knocks you down, you can get back up.


I hope you all are okay. Stay strong, it’s soon summer.


I love you all. *hugs*

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