It's actually scary looking back at some of the drawings and poems that I did as a kid. I was saving myself and I didn't even know it. I was drowning and yet I thought I could still breathe. When it comes to times like that... I realize that I'm one of the big factors that made me survive my horrible past, and though it's not over yet(I know in my mind, some of it is only a few days forward), I know that the strength is there...somewhere. I know all days aren't all "Happy Rainbow Sunshine," as one of my friends like to say, but I guess sometimes in life you have to be willing to fall in order to get through it all. Believe me though, I'm not stupid, life is an a** when it wants to be, but sometimes me have to sit in the back seat, when all we ever wanted to do was drive.

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