I'm not perfect. I've made tons of mistakes throughout my life that sometimes, when my emotions get the best of me, take me to a place where sorrow is my home. But when I think about these mistakes during those long sleepless nights where insomnia visits me , I realized that I don't regret any one of them. Every decision that I've made have brought me to where I am now. I love who I've become, even if the people around me don't.

I'm not perfect--I don't have the strength and bravery of superman. But I'm strong enough to escape this island of sorrow and fight for my happiness. Everyone has their own journey; this is mine. Take a resting stop and sit next to me. Let me tell you a story that just may be worth listening to.