I feel like I was given a second chance at life.
I was given this struggle so I can find a way to overcome it or work around it, I was always told I could talk myself out of my own death.

The purpose of it all was to make me stronger but **** , some days are great and some are so bad I don't even know who I am anymore.
That's the joy of living I guess. Maybe , I dont know anymore.
I'm a complete ****** up mess and I'm one hell of a storm once I get started but there is a few things I know out of everything I don't-
When I love I love with all I have
When I give I give everything I can

I guess I was just built differently than others, maybe a piece was missing or one was too big so the edges had to be cut down to size and somewhere along the way it went wrong but I was still put here and for that I will never deny myself the simple pleasures of life.

I want to set a good example for my younger sister.
I want to be the reason she won't cry alone but instead confine in somebody, I want to help her understand that good things come in threes but so do bad things and her hands will never catch all the hurt in the world no matter how hard she tires.
I'll tell her sometimes somebody has to save you for a change , you cant always be the superhero.

Little girl you'll get confronted with so many deamons at once you won't have a choice but to clock out of life
But that's okay , because I'll always be here
You may think that seeing me cheer on the sidelines is embarrsing but I want you too feel loved.
That's all baby girl, just a whole lot of love.