The feeling of no longer wanting to live is gone. I’m merely existing, and that’s okay. I always thought you were supposed to find meaning in life, maybe there is no meaning, maybe it really is just living. I’m starting to just accept things. I don’t want love, I already have it. I’ve been overlooking the people who love me just the way I am for years. I’m turning 16 in 4 days, I always thought this was the age where things would just be perfect, it’d all fall into place. It’s getting closer and closer and things are the same, and that’s okay too. Everything is okay. I am okay. Why did it take me so long to realize it?

Maybe 16 will be the age everything beautifully falls into place.