Okay, so this isn't anything important. But I'm really proud of myself. I've been going through depression and self harming for the past three year. And I just got the courage to get help. My parents still aren't taking it well. But I'm just now starting to feel better. I still have panic attacks occasionally. But I haven't cut in about a whole month. (Which might not be good for some. But great for me) But I was planning to well, go, the week after I met my boyfriend. I just didn't think I could take living in this World any longer. But then I met him. He made me feel not alone. And I got help because he always was sad that I was sad. and I just wanted to share. I'm finally starting to remember what not feeling sad 24/7 feels like. It's tough. I still cry, a lot. But I'm getting better. A lot better. And I'm proud.