Thatâs just it, though. I donât want to die. I want to live. I mean really live. I donât want to wake up when Iâm eighty, look back on my life, and realize I spent the whole time waiting for something to happen. I want to know that I did everything I ever wanted to do, or at least tried my best. Yes, there are times when I think I would love nothing more than to just make it all stop, but death isnât the ending I crave. I want this never ending feeling of overwhelming doubt and depression to end. I want to always be happy and know that what Iâm doing in this moment will be a fond memory rather than something for other people to pity. I want to remember all the ridiculous things Iâve done that put a smile on my face. I donât want to spend my life just trying to get by. I want to be happy.
Devon L (via wnq-writers)


















