She asked me my story
"My story?" I said.
"Years of living as constant source of disappointment to the people around me. Falling in love and having my heartbroken more times than I can count. Feeling like the only way out is either hanging myself, or letting my life leak out of my wrist. Constant thoughts that you're never ever going to be worth it." I said as I looked into her eyes.
She replied, "good thing you survived through all that."
I replied, " Survived? Who said I was living?"