Then,

And then I thought of slicing my wrists. But I realized I was too special. Ha! What a nice,conceited thought.

Other thoughts passed through my mind, like cold, cutting stones. The sun shone in my face, I felt the warmth. Then, I realized I liked living. I liked to breathe and feel the air slip into my lungs. I liked the rushof thoughts. I like coffee and cigarettes. I loved my precious ones.

And though most of people and the things they did disappointed me, i still liked to be here. Ans still loved watching them without judging.

And then I finally decided to live the way I wanted to. Without caring for the dull words some spoke to me, without caring for what they thought of me. Just being myself.

Now I live. I am toubled – paranoid sometimes. But I am alive