After I broke up with Raitsu, life began getting better. I began seeing all that which I had left, blindly, alone. My grades improoved, though there was only a very short time before school let out, but they raised a letter, all of them save Japanese, which I had somehow been able to keep as an A throughout the year. The deep depression that had plauged me all year - mainly triggered by worrying about him so much, I found - lightened so dramatically that everyone was deeply shocked. I started sincerely smiling and laughing again - much more frequently than before. I started hanging out with my friends more, instead of waiting for him online or calling him a million times.
In short, I came alive again.
Which leaves me to present day. I'm still dealing with shallow pools of depression every once in a while. I still hide things though words. I still wear a mask occasionally. I still deal with seriously low self-esteem and self-confidance, but I think it's getting better...slowly. I'm getting better at making jokes, sometimes about myself.
Life is life, but I'm getting better, I suppose.
Now...if you all behave nicely (which means post) then I'll tell y'all about seventh and eigth grade, give you details and all that about some of the times that don't really bother me as much anymore.
In short, I came alive again.
Which leaves me to present day. I'm still dealing with shallow pools of depression every once in a while. I still hide things though words. I still wear a mask occasionally. I still deal with seriously low self-esteem and self-confidance, but I think it's getting better...slowly. I'm getting better at making jokes, sometimes about myself.
Life is life, but I'm getting better, I suppose.
Now...if you all behave nicely (which means post) then I'll tell y'all about seventh and eigth grade, give you details and all that about some of the times that don't really bother me as much anymore.
