My sister is a teacher at a local elementary school. She came home from work just now and told me an absolutely horrific story. There's a little eight-year-old girl in her class. The girl's mother was supposed to have picked her up from school, but the mother didn't show. It turns out her mother was killed in a car accident whilst on her way to pick up the girl. And come to find out, the girl's father had passed away about year earlier. Cancer got him. The girl has no living relatives, save a grandfather who's seventy something and on the verge of dying himself.
Here I am, just about twenty years old. I've still got both of my parents. I've got my sister. All of them love me to death. And you know what? I've been spending months and months crying myself to sleep every night. I've got bipolar disorder, and I've been thinking it's the end of the world. I have a lot of fucking nerve. Goddamn, I should be thanking my lucky stars. I should be cherishing every single second of every single day. And so should you. If you haven't hugged your loved ones lately, do it. If you haven't been appreciating the little things, start doing it. Live like life's going out of style.
Here I am, just about twenty years old. I've still got both of my parents. I've got my sister. All of them love me to death. And you know what? I've been spending months and months crying myself to sleep every night. I've got bipolar disorder, and I've been thinking it's the end of the world. I have a lot of fucking nerve. Goddamn, I should be thanking my lucky stars. I should be cherishing every single second of every single day. And so should you. If you haven't hugged your loved ones lately, do it. If you haven't been appreciating the little things, start doing it. Live like life's going out of style.
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