Tuesday, 11 October 2011
07:52:13 PM (GMT)
I get depressed, I worry, I think way too much.
I let my problems and fear of the unknown weigh me down.
When it all becomes too much, I simply think of her.
I relax, close my eyes, and picture her beautiful face.
I remember how different she was when I met her.
She seemed nice at first, but deep down was a very lonely, misunderstood girl.
She made sense to me.
I couldn't keep my mind off her.
I often think of her past.
The people that hurt her.
The things that consumed her.
The voices that made no sense.
The sweet call of the needle was too much to resist.
For years, her only escape was a drug.
A powerful, addictive, destructive drug that would have been the end of her.
She was too strong.
With a little help, she was able to get past everything.
My problems are nothing compared to hers.
When I get down, I simply think of her.
I think of all the ridiculous things she has had to deal with in her short life, and
my problems simply disappear.
If she has gotten past all this to become the most amazing, funny, sweet girl I have
ever met, then what does that make me?
A weak, scared little kid.
I know we all need help sometimes, but I need to get past what holds me back and be
the man she deserves.
I will be that.
If anything happens, I will think of you, Jesse, and how strong you are.
Nothing will hold me back.
Not the depression,
the holding on to the past,
With your help, I can get past everything and be who you need me to be.
You will never again be alone,
Last edited: 11 October 2011