Spite. I was 12 years old and mocked by my best friends shitty family, saying I was just looking for attention and if I had meant it I would've slit my wrist the long way instead of the short way. Nevermind I was too young to know that. I was just confused and agonized.

I have never again contemplated suicide, and the moment I find myself saying "I wish it would all end", I see that mother's face, and feel the rage and conviction I felt that day.

Now, I rage over life, and decided I enjoy discovering its many colorful facets and sharing them with others. I still suffer from severe mental health issues, but I find bringing out a little bit of good in everything and everyone makes life worth living. I will always pursue life.