I looked in the mirror and realized. wow, after all those hurts, scars, and trials, I really made it through. I did it. I survived that which was supposed to kill me. So a straightened my crown and walked away like a boss.
Some friends are like pennies, two faced and worthless. I could name a few but they sure the hell ain't friends no more fenelon trash! I'm clearly better than them otherwise they wouldn't need to be two faced!
depression is a terrible thing. dealing with it, even harder but getting through those thoughts and times when you feel like this is the hardest but once you do is the best feeling because you can conquer it. No matter what you think.