Fight For Me

Today is the first time I've been home in at least a month or so. My sister played a song for me that she heard on the radio. She said that it reminded her of me.

But I'm telling myself I'll be okay.
Even on my weakest days,
I get a little bit stronger.

We talked for a while about how far I've come in the past couple months. I told her that I am still really sad about losing so many important people. I am beginning to wonder why every person tells me, "You deserve better. You deserve to be happy" right before they let me down. Yet, I know I'm stronger now. Those words don't make me cry anymore. Instead, I think to myself, "Yes, I do deserve to be happy... and I will be." The fact that I manage to get up every morning, smile, laugh, go out with my friends, and take chances says that I will be okay. My life is slowly falling back into place and I know it. I am still struggling to decide if I truly want to move forward or if I want to keep fighting. Either way, I know that I want to be someone worth fighting for.