... yep.

So. I'm on it again. First time since grade 7. And it works better than I remember.

I also know that I know things. I didn't know that before.

I'm smart. I'm pretty. Outside.

But inside.
Is it bad to think I'm beautiful?
Because I kind of do. Really.
I feel reassured today.


All is not lost. Some is still salvageable.

Hope is a strange thing.