That picture... that's the old Kirstyn. She's dead now. She had to die to make way for a better side of me.
I'm not so dark anymore. In fact, I'm incredibly happy as of late. Actually, it's the first time that I can remember that I've felt anything like this. It's new and different, so I'm new and different. I can't define a writing style because I'm still figuring it out. I can't define me because I'm still figuring me out.
I take the good with the bad and cherish every day. I'm happy to simply exist. I can honestly say I love life, as stupid as it sounds.
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Enjoy... wilted
