On July 14th, 2000, I survived being born.
On April 5th, 2003, I survived my first surgery.
In Spring 2009, I survived my entire grade hating me because of a rumour.
On February 8th, 2010, I survived my first suicide attempt.
On September 14, 2014, I survived my first day of high school.
On February 15, 2018, I survived my first break-up.
On May 23, 2018, I survived being knocked unconscious in the middle of a lake.
On July 11, 2018, I survived a severe inhalation of muratic acid.
If I can survive all that, what’s stopping me from going one more day?