Guys, I’m still here. I’m choosing to live still. I’m still fighting. I drew a semicolon on my wrist. I’m ready to keep fighting. I’m slightly stronger now. I’m sleepy and pissed though. I was up all night having panic attacks and crying. I’m trying to keep fighting. Even the strongest fighters grow weary and weak. That’s when they fall back on the team. Thank you guys, all 19 of you. I honestly didn’t think I’d have that many people as friends. I’m slowly gaining a support system. Guys I’m too tired to write. Bye. Stay weird. I love you guys.
~Cory. A. B. Grey~