I feel like...like I'm better, at last. I've made it through a whole semester without a single catastrophe. It looks like I might just be on the right track.
It feels really wierd, knowing that I've lost two years of my life to this. It pains me to think that I've lost just about every friend I had, that I'm so, so fucking isolated.
Lost is a bit harsh, though. I didn't lose school, my family, my puppy; I didn't lose my wits, and I sure as hell didn't lose my stubbornness.
I'm not sure if I've come out intact; I'm not sure if I'm ever going to be the same. Maybe it's for the best.
I'm pretty angry about losing those two years, but bitching about it won't bring them back. All I can do is try and pick up where I left off.
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