I feel like my life is always jumping from one extreme to the other—either a complete mess or incredibly great. It’s settled into a much nicer place for once, a happy medium where I am fine with who I am and where I am. I don’t know how long this feeling will last, but I am trying to cling to it for as long as possible.
Talking to people helps, even though it’s still hard for me—not because I don’t want to, but because I either overthink it or don’t know what to say AT ALL. But I’ve bloomed more in high school, opened myself up to everyone around me. I feel more free—not only physically, but in my thoughts. I am not weighed down anymore. I don’t miss that feeling at all. ♦