A Few Years Later
I don't regret choosing to live. What I regret is spending so much time focusing on what the world thought of me instead of what I thought of myself.
I hated everything about myself and I'm glad I chose to live.
If it weren't for my friends, I probably would have died alone in my bathtub that night three years ago.
But now I'm happy and I'm a survivor. There are days when it's really hard but I'm recovering and I have a great support system.
The scars will never go away and neither will the memories. But I know now that I have a purpose in life. I found myself as I put my life back together. And now I know who I am and what I'm meant to live for.
My name is Raven and I found myself in the midst of losing myself. This is my story and I'm happy to say I'm a survivor. And that I lived.
Now that's the end guys, hope you enjoyed and I couldn't help but add the epilogue. I thought a nice speech from Raven would be a good ending touch. Thanks :) bye.
~Jordan
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