Thanks...

Its so hard to break out of this comfort I've had for years-- I'm starting to stando n my own (ask a friend of mine who I cling to constantly-- I'm starting to tear away and be without them or waiting for them and I'm learning I'm not getting hurt.) Everything's scary to me... so I guess I stay in my comfort here. Some part of me wants to prove them wrong, so many people over my years...

...I was even what one would call an Oops, and I knew it for as long as I lived...

...for many years I thought that that I really didn't belong here... so many times I was supposed to die, and every time I haven't...

So I cling to that thought... I wasn't supposed to be here... I wasn't supposed to live...

...but something made sure I was living and something made sure I still was today, so maybe I do have some reason...