Every day I wake up and groan over the fact that it’s 5:45 A.M., which is obviously too early of a time to be awake. I get cranky over the fact that I’ve got school in an hour and a half. It’s too quiet in the house with both of my parents both still asleep. But you know what I don’t think about? I don’t even realize how lucky I truly am. I’ve got two parents who are still together, I’ve got food to eat for breakfast, and clothes to wear. There are so many people out there who have it worse and can’t say the same. It pains me when I see my friends, or even just strangers, dealing with hardships. It hurts me when some of my best friends still struggle with depression and self-harm. It simply makes me want to appreciate what I have and reach out to others. I see all of this anonymous hate on Tumblr and Formspring and it makes me want to reach out and be there for the person who is receiving those unkind words. It also just makes me want to stop and tell the person saying the words, “Hey, do you realize that what you say really affects this person?” All in all, I want to be there for someone. It doesn’t have to be someone I’m close with, it can be anybody and everybody. I want people to know that I’m there for them, and I can lend an ear when they need one. There are many things that I cannot relate to, but I can be here with open arms when they need to talk about them.
I’m a friend to others because I know that when I was depressed, that’s all I could have ever wanted.