Today, I was just kidding.
Two weeks ago, I cried every night, clutching my stomach, thinking of a non-existent or destroyed future.
Two weeks ago, I wasn't kidding.
Two weeks ago, I didn't know what to do.
Now, I'd never let go of life so easily.
Now, I cherish every smile I give, every breath I breathe and every single step I take.
Facing death makes you appreciate life.
So stop complaining about how your boyfriend broke up with you, because yes, he's a jerk.
And stop complaining about how you didn't get the part you wanted, because there'll be other plays.
And stop complaining about not having enough money for gas, because you have legs.
And stop complaining about how you look, because at least you have a body.
And stop complaining about how tired you are because at least you can sleep and wake up.
And stop god damned complaining about meaningless stuff that pushes people like me to want to cry out "They thought I had cancer" STOP!
I'm so sorry.
Life has been crazy lately.
I just don't feel myself.
