Why?

I don't want to bore you.

I don't want to be another entry you skim over.

I want to tell you that even at your lowest point, there is hope.

Two years ago, I tried to escape into the sky and leave this world behind; however, it did not work.

Since then, I tried to escape in other ways. In harm, alcohol, smoke.

That seems to be the truth among us as people: we are always trying to plan our escape.

Yet it was in my escapes that I found a reason to hold on.

I found love.