I packed up 2 years of my 22 year old life into two bags and caught a cab to the airport. I remember crossing the golden gate bridge and my vision was blurry from the tears. I had spent the past 2 years with black eyes and bruises trying to just “fix myself” but had clearly failed. I felt like all my hopes and broken dreams were being left behind in the bay area…
I didn’t know how I would go on. All I knew was that I would go on…
And I did…
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