if I had to repeat everything...
moving away from all my friends in grade 11,
losing the first and best love of my life that made me feel good for the first time in my life..and to lose him to suicide after having fought with him,
the night the detectives told me...the night it happened,
the heart-break,
the cutting,
the attempts of suicide,
the admission into a shitty mental institution,
the other funerals,
the doctors and councilors,
the public panic attacks,
the diagnosis of childhood depression,
the drugs that make me feel shitty,
the breaking of my family,
the shitty "stardom" in barrie,
being pulled out of school and work,
...for them
I'd do it all over again.
In a heart-beat.