One of the hardest things for me in life is learning how to understand and accept myself. I think a lot of it has to do with many obstacles I have had in my life.
I've always said, Christopher Eli McCormick, was the male version of me. Our brains worked so similar. He was my best friend for eight years. I miss him everyday. He's now home with God. I miss that guy more than anyone will ever truly know. No matter what he always accepted me and we always had time to talk. I told him everything I was thinking. I have a hard time believing he's been gone over a year. I will always love you Chris. I miss you so much.
I don't understand half the thoughts I get sometimes. It scares the crap out of me. Especially being I feel alone with my thoughts most of the time.
