Emily Michalski

At 20-years-old, I had no idea where I was going or what I was doing. I was in my undergrad studies, freshly transferred from a community college and terrified of my own life. 

Stop tolerating life. Quit turning your head the other way, don’t avoid doing something you want to do because you’re afraid of what people might think.

This may seem silly coming from an ex, but I don’t say it out of jealousy or even spite. I say it because I never want someone to feel what I’ve felt.

This time, I’m not saying sorry.

That’s a cute necklace, you know who would like that? Me. 

I’m angry at the world for glorifying mental illnesses and for self-diagnosing, using the names out of context to label themselves on a bad day.

I owe it to myself to try and find her again, be her, and give her back to everyone else.