live because they said you wouldn't. live because the alternative is letting them be right. live through the days that feel like chewing glass and the nights that feel like drowning.
live because your blood is still warm and your lungs still know the rhythm. live because somewhere in the wreckage you are still here, still breathing, still stubborn as hell. live out of spite, yeah, but live past it too. live until spite isn't the point anymore.
live until the living is the point.















