it really has been a year, hasnt it.

you know, i used to think my parents were okay. and that i was the bad one. that i wasn't doing good enough. that feels like a century ago now. that version of me before all that happened is dead. i mourn them like the loss of a child, so innocent and taken too soon and too suddenly. and all i can do now is sit back and tell them what they wanted to hear.

things got better. maybe not as amazing and beautiful and your daydreams were. but it got better, and will get better. you know who you are now, you aren't so scared all the time. and i am so so sorry my poor baby. you deserved nothing at happened to you. they dont love you like normal people should.

but you'll never be alone again.