I made it.

I cried. I was alone. I smiled. I fought. I climbed. I fell. I shed blood. I got up. I cried. I was happy. I was sad. I loved me. I hated me. I believed in the impossible. I took crap for nothing. I was bullied. I made it out. I was happy. I felt alone. I felt loved. I felt confused. I loved myself. I hated myself. I cried. I smiled. I cried. Does that make me weaker? Not at all. Pain may hurt but it's a sign that you're alive. I'm stronger because I'm ALIVE. ♥