My opening statement

To start… I had an OD account as a teen. 8th grade or so? Maybe two accounts. I am not sure how I actually disassociated back then. I feel like I had two accounts. One my friends could read and one I could be “honest” on.  Honest has never been a strong trait for me. I am not sure why. I am not sure what I am even lying to myself about at this point. All this. Everything I write here. It may get dark. Or. Maybe not. I just have so much to say.

So. Here I am. Back to OD. Back to spilling my heart and days out to complete strangers. Not looking for validation or acceptance. Just looking to get it off my chest.