When I look at my wrist, I see who I was a year ago. I was the girl who faked a smile day to day the girl who cut and took pills the girl who puked up her lunch in the bathroom. But then I look in the mirror and see a girl who's smiles are true and is happy. A girl who got through it all. Be strong.

I will get back here. To when I was truly happy. I love you, Ana.