i sat their an imagined my life being over, me being somewhere else, no more pain no more tears, but also no more smiles or laughs. i imagined taking the fast way out and never facing anyone ever again, i imagined never coming back to this place and leaving. i imagined running away and never looking back. but i am not a quitter and i will not give up. i will make ti past the hate and make it past the stereotypes, i will make it to the other side, or i will die trying. i am not alone in my fight for surivial, i have some of the best friends i could ever ask for. everytime i imagine taking the easy way out, i imagine my friends, and quitting is not an option.
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