to start: it's been a hell of a couple years. several intimate relationships have ended. i have been officially termed as "anorexia nervosa, recovered. bulimia nervosa, recovered. depression, manageable." friendships i thought would last forever have seamlessly slipped through my fingertips. family members have been buried and now i am living in a completely different state, completely out of my comfort zone. this is the stage of the story no one ever records on. there's generally a beginning and sometimes an ending but no one ever reports on what happens in the pesky middle part.
for me, it's been a series of learning, accepting, crying, screaming, laughing and laying in my bed, feeling bogged down by complete and utter confusion. sometimes i forget what day it is or how to spell my name. sometimes i lose track of what i want or who i am. sometimes i just want to stay in bed and forget the world. but most of the time, i just take a deep breath and remember that life is pretty great, once you get passed all of the bs out there. and if you ever forget, there are really great friends out there to remind you.

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