Looking back on my first stories I see that I was in a really dark place.
Didn't know where I belonged, neither who I was.
I've always dreamed big, maybe too big- that's why I was mostly disappointed with life.
I barely achieved or got what I wanted and lost a lot on my way.
But I found my way- it took hella long, but I finally know who I am and who I wanna become.
I cried, I ached, I fell, I drowned, I died, I lost, I bled, I fled, I failed.
Sometimes I still do- but now I take advantage of these things.
If I wouldn't have gone through these things, I wouldn't be the person who I am today. But that doesn't necessary mean that I am thankful for those.
I am far far away from perfect or my goal. But I am on my way.
And knowing this keeps me pushing on through life.
I am the hero of my story, I gotta safe myself.
Looking back on everything I realize that all along I was blooming.
This is the new me- new inspirations, new experiences.
It's been 3 years now but I never forgot this site or my stories.
Welcome.