• I blew a stream of cold air into the already cold night air. I looked up to the stars, so still and peaceful…how I wanted to be. I shook my head; no I have to stop thinking like that. I sighed. For now, I was “stable” and the people who loved me wanted me to stay here. I stuck my hands in my pockets and walked away from the starry sky.
    "I’ll die another day.” I thought to myself. But knowing me, that wouldn’t be long, because through all the help and all the support and everything else, I still felt so miserable and it was just so hard. And in the end my struggle would end, but I would lose.