Everyday you have a choice.
A choice to get up and shower, or say f*ck it.
A choice to eat a bagel, or get the donut.
But, some days, the choices are harder.
The choice to smile when you feel like crying.
To get up and face the day when you feel like hiding.
Not everyone understands how sometimes, what seems like a small choice is a huge step.
Not everyone will see the tears behind your smile.
But, someday, I hope you make the choice to let someone in.
And if you don’t know who to choose, you can choose me.