my earliest memories are of fear, i have been told stories about my childhood, i have lied, lied for no real reason whatsoever save that my perception of events, or truth or whatever looked so terrifying that i would say things that were not true in hopes of avoiding consequence.
i have run, been running, for as long as i can remember.

that fear has, has distilled over the years into anger, despair, stubbornness, sex and smoking pills and bottles of every-and-anything. i have bled to feel and i laughed at death while scorning life and hating myself so much that all i wanted to do was figure out some fucking way of huring the world as badly as it had hurt me.
i rejected everything and everyone before they could reject me, i found relationships that i knew would end. i opted out, i lost myself in things that made me apart from anything meaningful.
i have been soul sick, i have been heart sick, and i am so very, very tired.

i am still afraid. i am still numb, and hurt, and lonely but.
i am learning.
i'm beginning to understand that is not the only option, the only way to be.
so now, along with all of what has come before, i get to be hopeful, and i get smile and i, i get to find out who i really am.
i have a chance to finally figure out how become the me i somehow missed.
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