Wednesday, July 3, 2013

I know.

Two years ago I did a thing: I got pissed and I started a blog. And over the past two years I've gotten pissed more times than I can count, but never again did I feel the need to start an entire blog to complain about it.

I started this blog when I was thirteen. Stupid. Naive. Scared. In three weeks I'll be sixteen. Still more than a little bit stupid. Not so naive. Terrified.

Eleven days ago I hugged my oldest and best friend outside of an airport. I sat at the terminals of my new friends until, one by one, they all left and I was alone at my own. Those are things I don't think I would have been able to do two years ago. I'm so much stronger now that I could have ever imagined myself to be at thirteen.

In the last year I stage managed two shows, I met my best friends, I made it through my first (real) year of high school. I cut off all of my hair. I did things I never thought I would ever do, not as a scared freshman, not ever. I have better friends than I could ever ask for, people who live near me and people who live entire states away. In sixteen days I'm going to Greece.

I will never be the person I was two years ago. I don't want to be the person I was two years ago, because now I am a better version of myself. Not the best version of myself. But I'm getting there.

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