When life gets me down, and there seems like no way to fix it, I try to comfort myself by saying that it all happens for a reason. I don't always know why at the time, but I recall over other heartbreaks and sad times leading to some of the best times. Those good times would've never happened, nor would've I probably enjoyed them as much, if I hadn't gone through those bad times. Sure, things may seem extremely difficult, maybe a parent is in the hospital, you just lost your one true love because your parents didn't like them, and you may be going to a different highschool than them so you may never speak to them again. Especially if your parents won't allow you to text them and they constantly monitor your phone. There must be a reason for that. I can't tell you why, but if you and that love can get through that, surely you'll survive together. Love may seem heartless, and dirty, and torturous, but those are likely just tests or consequences of actions. Fight to survive for the slightest day of hope that you are here for a reason. That you mean something because ultimately, everything happens for a reason.
