eventually you forget it all. everything you learned. in the end it doesn't matter anymore. all that matters is that you lived all this time without taking your own life. you've come close many times but you didn't, which makes you strong. the slits on your wrist from when you were depressed at just 12, are still there but you admire those scars. you tell yourself that you made it because of those scars. you survived this cruel world. and in the end, that's all that matters, that you didn't die to yourself, which is the only thing that only matters to me. it's worth it, I promise - me :I brynn helvie
