Just the mere fact that I’m alive, breathing, and my heart is beating, that should be enough to feel and be beautiful. After all, we are all here just by chance, and my parents made me which means that I am beautiful. Not only beautiful but special! Once I get out of here I’ll make sure to do better things!
Life really is precious now that I think about it. The only reason I’m here is because my parents—
AAAAGHH!!
The mere fact that I’m alive, breathing, and- well.. thinking.