It has been one whole year since I officially quit school.
One year where I hunted for jobs, overcame depression, started dyeing my hair bright red, got back to my writing, found a job that I adore, made new friends, lost touch with old friends, watched myself and others grow (and refuse to grow).
Looking back on my life one year ago, I am amazed at where I am now. Regardless of the good and bad things that have happened in the 365 days since I quit school, I am HAPPY. I am in love and the thing I am in love with is my life, myself, my existence and that is something I couldn't have honestly said a year ago.
I felt sorry about quitting the day I quit. I felt ashamed, embarrassed, like it was a mistake I was tumbling down the rabbit hole to hell in making. But now? I feel no regret. I am not sorry. I will never be sorry. Not for this.