I handle shit pretty well. Sometimes
I question that, but then I think about how most people would handle the things
that I go through, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I handle shit pretty
well. I think my ability to cope is a blessing. Being able to deal with my own
problems helps me when my friends need my help with their problems.
I can’t fathom how people decide
to do some of the things that they do. My friends, and the people around me, do
some drastic things. They cut themselves, they drink a lot, they stand on the
verge of suicide. I couldn’t bear doing any of that to myself. Though sometimes
I can’t wrap my mind around why they do these things, I know that I need to be
there for them when they need me most.
Moral support is the most I can
lend. Not only do I handle my own shit well, but I can help them through their
shit pretty well too. I like to know that I can be the person that’s always
there for them. Yes, I have friends that cut themselves. Yes, I’ve been in the
moment where a friend is on the verge of suicide. But I’ve gotten through them.
It kills me to know that I can’t change their mindset of not being good enough.
If I could I’d do anything for these people that mean so much to me.
I could never imagine harming
myself to cope with all the shit that I go through; and trust me, I go through
a lot sometimes. But I can handle shit well, and if this helps others get
through their shit too, I can only hope that I’m helping them as much as I can.
♥ Diary of a Teen
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