The last five years or so have had moments of sucking so horribly that I thought the sheer misery would kill me... or I'd kill myself. I didn't think for a second that I would be alive to graduate from high school.
Yesterday, though, I did graduate high school and- the last time I checked- I've still got a pulse.
I'm proud of myself for staying alive.
I'm really fucking happy that I'm alive.
I go to college in August and that's as far ahead as I'm going to let myself think. The rest will happen and I'll handle it because nothing is as impossible as it seems. I can do anything and no one else dictates my life, especially not now.
Hallelujah.