At the start of 2021, my senior year at high school,
I started writing my thoughts, feelings, and events down in a little black book, because I felt as though I couldn't tell another soul.
As the year came to an end, I found myself reading over what was written, not remembering a thing.
I was quite literally lost in my own thoughts all over again.
I was learning who I used to be as if it wasn't me.
It was as if past me and present me were two completely different people.
We had the same name, birthday, and life but our minds were nowhere near the same.
She was so oblivious.
I am too aware.
She was not yet heartbroken.
I had been hurt too many times to count.
She still had her life in tacked,
While mine had crumbled right in front of my eyes.
But, we both had the same unsaid things hidden away from the world.
Trigger warning: mentions of self-harm, dealing with grief, unhealthy eating habits and mental illness.
