also before long journal post. holy shit art! anyway.
i wish i could describe how things are happening in my head right now. i'm excited, angry, sad, and ...fucking i don't know. today. today...fucking mother fucking today is the three year date of me getting out of treatment. holy. fuck. i remember the day before i went into treatment. it was a fun day...also the first day i met emory and jessica...lol. but...fuck. 6 months and 11 days. that's how much i wasted indoors constantly, being around some of the most interesting people that i could have met at that point in time. i saw/did some things in that place that i hope never happen again.