Weird. It's kind of... surreal... I guess... seeing the way I thought and behaved back in 2014. Did I really hate myself
that much? I can't believe I let myself think that was okay, that it was normal, or that it was what I deserved.
You know that feeling you get when you really care about someone and they've got a big problem you can't help with, and your heart kind of hurts and you just do your best to be supportive of them, so they know they aren't alone? Yeah I have that feeling for past me, if that makes sense? I needed me, but I wasn't there for me.
I'm just glad that's not who I am anymore.
