True blue
I was going to post this poem about how depressed I am, but that seemed a little cliche and a little emo, so instead I'm writing so everyone will thank the ones in their lives that make them not want to drive themselves off of a high bridge or step into traffic. Think of all those little things that you look forward to doing, every little distraction that's kept you anchored to this mortal coil and cling to them and don't EVER let go. These small gifts ARE what life is about. When you are sitting alone thinking everything's wrong, remember that life DOES go on.