It was raining outside today.
Me, being the overdramatic, cliche person I am,
I went for a walk in the rain.
As I walked, I remembered, as one often will when one walks.
I remembered you.
I remembered who I was.
I remember being so unhappy.
I remember waking up and taking an hour to get up every day.
I remember doing anything to get rid of the emptiness.
I remember making close calls while crossing roads.
But I know me now.
I know my friends.
I know I can get up in the morning.
I know that I dream of a future I never used to.
The other day I said to a close friend of mine,
"I want to name my child, if it's a girl, Daisy."
I never planned on living that long before.
Maybe there is still hope for me after all.