Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.
tomorrow I graduate from high school. while everyone is crying that it is over, I will be crying that I made it out alive. high school was a hurdle and was the hardest time in my life. it showed me who really had my back when I was at my worst and who didn’t. it showed me the type of person I didn’t want to be. I will not allow high school to define me. but high school did shape me into who I am becoming. there are people I would love to hug and say the past is the past and there are people who will never look twice at me again. I no longer allow my anxiety and depression to rule my life. it is a mere hurdle. it helped me become stronger. i am one out of 500 kids in my class. I may not be remembered by some, I may be hated by others, but I will continue to become a better person and i will be proud of myself.