You owe it to yourself
To evolve and to change
You're not the character you made
Do you forgive yourself for who you were in the past?
You have to change, for your present, past, and future acquaintances.
There's people that love you, that need you.
Change.
This is a collection of my decently unripe writing from the past few years, containing my experience with the end poem, parents, dysphoria, Minecraft, and online friends.
Along with some pictures I edited, because words are often not enough.
I hope you can find as much meaning in it as I did.
Everything is you. I love you.