A year ago I sat in bed and cried.
I cried because I never fit in.
I cried because school was hard and I didn’t understand.
I cried because I loved but was not loved back.
I cried because I fell in with the wrong crowd.
I cried because I was sick of crying.
I cried because at several points..

Death seemed easier.

This year I sat in bed and cried.
I cried because I felt like I fit in.
I cried because I started getting A’s.
I cried because I loved and was loved back.
I cried because I’m finally with the right crowd.
I cried because I was happy.
I cried because I finally realized..

People weren’t being cliché when they said it gets better because it really does.