I don’t think people realize how much strength it takes to pull one’s self out of a mentally dark place. So if you’ve done that today or any day, I am proud of you.
It's 2016. You're at a frat house. Your converse stick to the beer soaked floors with every step. It smells like sweat and you're sipping on a vodka and flat sprite. There's a boy screaming about tomorrow's darty into your ear. Broccoli is playing in the background. Life is good.