I’m getting the help that I’ve needed for well over a year now…and I couldn’t be happier. tomorrow I begin treatment that supplements intensive outpatient.

this is it.

I know it won’t be easy, but I’ve taken these first steps on my long road to recovery.

I wish my dad wouldn’t give me so many reasons to hate him…

fuck love

Things are beginning to look like they’re getting better…I finally have a feeling that my feet hit the ground and that I’m prepared to weather this storm.

Pretty disappointed in some (most, all) of my “close” friends, but I’m trying to view this as a perfect opportunity for personal growth.

now is when everyone’s supposed to reflect on the past year…all the good and life-changing moments that shape who you are as an individual. you, an individual, have grown so much in the past year and had so many amazing times with so many amazing people. you loved and hated this year and as you brace yourself for the next year, you’re thinking about whether or not 2013 has what it takes to top 2012.

why am I bitter? because all this shit is my fault and all I have to look back on is a year filled with empty or broken promises to others and myself, struggle, heartache, and lost friendships. all this shit is my fault.