high school.
WARNING: This post is sad and talks about serious issues I have gone through. Please don't read it if mental health issues are triggering to you. I've always thought that the peak of my life would be when I was six years old, twirling around in a princess dress without a care in the world. I would have never guessed that the happiest and most fulfilled I would be (at least so far in my life) would be sitting here in my room, crying. Not the happiest picture, I know, but it's the feeling of pride and accomplishment that I have for myself that causes the tears to run, not pain or sadness. I guess it would make sense to start from the beginning. The summer before freshman year my mom convinced me to do the cross country summer workouts, so I could meet some people and have friends going into high school. Little did I know that this decision would pave the way to creating the friend group that has gotten me through the last four years of my life. Elliot. Ethan. Ayden. Tha
