My reason for living wasn’t because I didn’t want to let my friends and family down. Although I didn’t want to, that wasn’t enough for me. What kept me alive was the people telling me to end my life. I burned with a passion. My fury raged within me. I would never give them the satisfaction of ending my life. I’m going to grow. I’m going to be so much better than they ever were.
My anger kept me alive until another day when I could be happy again.