I felt beautiful today. More than a while. My face scrunched because of the sun, my messy wavy hair, and my freckles on my nose more uncovered than ever, yet beautiful. The world was a beautiful place and I was no longer afraid to die. At that moment I was on top of the world, almost as if I was on drugs, yet I was high on life. And to think a week ago I wanted to kill myself. But that's alright. Because at this moment in time, dying sounded fine, but so did living.