It has been four years since I've used this account. Four years.
I'm a senior in highschool. I graduate this year. Or i should. This is written in the midst of the Covid-19 pandemic.
I dont know if anyone who read my original journal still uses wattpad. Probably not.
I'm okay. It was hard but I made it.
Some things that I feel like should be mentioned.
I'm happy now. I've gotten therapy.
I'm not always happy but it's something.
I have really good friends. I just finished reading through my old journal and I was actually texting someone about all the stuff that was in it.
I have lots of great friends.
I've been through high school. It sucks. I was dramatic and anxious and depressed.
I'm not better.
But I will be one day.
Reading through that journal was weird.
Ace and Soul. That was a whole level of weird.
Since writing that I discovered I have dissociative identity disorder, or as I put it in my first journal "multiple personality disorder".
Getting to know my alters has helped. Getting to know myself has also helped.
Things get better. I'm changed.
I'm not that person anymore. That's okay.
People change.
So yeah, this is me now.
- Not Soul, not Ace. But me.