No one knows how long I have fought to stay alive in this world.
No one knows how every birthday for me is a marker on the doorframe of my life. Of how long I decided to stay.
I’m not staying here out of spite. I’m staying here out of guilt and hope simultaneously.
I am so fucking tired. But I’m still fighting for SOMETHING. I don’t know what it is and I’m doing it through blurry eyes and short breath but I’m still fighting for it.
Every day that I don’t give up is a good day.















