I'm at the point in my life where it can swallow me hole.

But I refuse.

I'll never stop fighting.

I fight for my mom, who has been there for me more than anyone ever could. I love her more than words can describe.

I fight for my brother, who has been such a joy in my life and truly makes me happy when I'm around him, even when I'm dieing inside. I love him too, more than I express.

I fight for my friends, friends that I have somehow have even though I've hated myself for the past four years. They have proven to me that even though I'm filled to the rim with low self-esteem, people can like me.

I fight also for the future in which I can help people live better lives. Whatever I'm doing, I hope that I can make a difference in that regard. It may be idealist, but it's what I feel I want to do.