- i am heartstoppingly grateful for you people.
- i can't even begin to imagine what my life would be like if all of that had not happened.
- and most importantly, whatever that imaginary life is, it could not possibly be better than the one i've got now.
i still feel the way i felt in that entry, but it's a duller ache and i can imagine the day when it won't there anymore. for a really long time, i thought it would never go away. i thought i would never feel that good again, like i would never truly be myself around other people ever again.
(jesus fuck. i am listening to pearl jam's self-titled album, which (a) was a huge feature in my life at the tail-end of this shit, and (b) can make me cry like nobody's business. and now i'm sending people soppy emails. i'm sorry.)
anyway, it turns out i was wrong. i still miss some of my old friends, it's true. i wish i could have pushed through that bullshit with just one more person. but the people i have now are amazing and brilliant and kind and hilarious and just, in general, the best, and i am so lucky to have them in my life. ♥♥♥
as an aside, the main reason i never talk about any of this more than vaguely in this journal is because i keep thinking, "oh, that was dumb. i can't possibly still be this hurt about it all. i'm sure i will be over it very soon and then i will feel silly for posting about it." except it's been years and it still hurts. i do not approve of these "feelings" and i wish you humans would keep them to yourselves. hmph.
