today i skipped practice because i was feeling shitty. now that my mom found out about my issue, she’s been sporadically checking up on me. which is a pain in the ass to be honest.
but i was just laying in my room thinking, and i realized that i have such great friends, and i think i made even more this past weekend. which is even more exciting. it’s times like those where i realize that i can get through this. especially one friend in particular, she’s helped me get where i need to be more than anyone else, and has been the only one to say she’ll always be there for me when i need her. which, has meant more than she probably thinks.
i’ll never forget the day we went to the neighborhood sushi place (which is fuckin delicious might i add) and i cried my eyes out. because little did i know that was only the beginning.
road to recovery motherfuckers. mazel