I don’t get it.

I don’t understand what it is we’re supposed to write. If we’re encouraging each other to commit suicide or to keep living.
Whatever.
All I know is that I survived for a reason. I may have not found that reason quite yet, but I’m getting there.
Sometimes there’s this huge weight on my chest and I don’t even want to breathe, but other days it isn’t so hard. Some days I actually find myself smiling instead of forcing it on there. It’s a day-to-day thing. No one said it would be easy.
I hate that everyone thinks of me as  a burden or a lost cause… whatever that means, but I love life enough to keep on trying. Others may not value you, but you can still value yourself. There’s nothing worse than a person who has lost their self-value, because everyone deserves to live a happy life. Some of us struggle to find it, but when you do achieve happiness, then you’ll know why you should keep on living.

My life isn’t all that great, but I’m still enjoying it, because those small, rare moments where you just smile, and I mean truly smile, and not just the smile that lights up your face, but when your heart feels like it’s smiling, too, that… it’s just precious. I think my reason for living are delicate moments like that.

Walking to school and seeing a ray of sunshine fall so beautifully on a simple flower. Moments like that are so amazing.

I don’t have much to live for, but I haven’t found anything worth dying for, and depression isn’t such a great reason to me. You guys can overcome it. I know it. I’m still fighting, and I’m not looking to give up, so neither should you. All of you are so amazing. Keep fighting.