"I was ready.. I hit my rock bottom. I couldn't take anymore stabs to my heart that had been cut open years ago. The word courage, the word strength was my weakness. I was scared and was left by people I needed the most. How does one get up everyday angry for getting another chance to breathe earths air again? How does one go to school everyday and act like she was grateful and blessed to get another chance to wear a mask that had been broken, bruised, torn, ripped and burned day after day because her smile was vibrant, her laugh was contagious and her heart was pure. In reality her smile was a frown, her laugh was cries and her heart was still beating"