In some ways I’m grateful I’ve gone through all these life issues because how else was I supposed to meet such amazing people? I worry I might have turned out like those normal kids who look down on and make fun of us. Depression made me see to treat everyone with respect because words literally kill people.
My brother’s friend was starting to apply for colleges. And one of the colleges he applied to required a 3 page essay explaining what daring meant to them.
So being the clever person he was
On the each page he wrote 1 word with huge font,
And he later got accepted.
this is my favorite story on tumblr