So, I was ranting to my best friend because I felt like the most shittiest thing in the world. I'm sharing what she wrote to me. Seriously I'm just shocked as hell right now..
Me: I remember telling you this.
I think of myself as a dead tree that's still standing. People continuously try pushing it down, but for some reason, I still stand, even though all of my leaves are dead and falling.
G. C. Brahms: And wanna know something?
G. C. Brahms: That makes you amazing.
Me: I'm a dead tree, Lit.
G. C. Brahms: Let me speak, I'm about to say something important.
G. C. Brahms: Some day... You'll be telling a story to your daughter, or your friend, or somebody suicidal and you'll say to them "When I was younger I thought of myself as a dead tree... Still standing, but all my leaves were gone. And I thought it was the end. I thought it'd be better off if I just fell over... Little did I know that it was just winter... And that spring would come. And I'd grow again. Winter can last a long time... But some day, spring will come."
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