I don't understand. So many bad things have happened and she's still here. I've cried a lot today. Cause of everything. My words. My "friends." My family. Just everything. But she's still here. She doesn't pick out the bad choices that I made because she would never judge me. But she is one of the many good choices I made. I didnt make many. So what. At least I know I didn't fail. Cause guess what, I have her. And you don't. She's mine and I tend on keeping her.
