Stick with friends who saw you, when nobody else did. Stick with friends who you can call assholes, and know it’s a code word for I love you. Stick with friends who look at your mistakes, and think it’s fucking awesome. Stick with friends who don’t care when you’re crying, because they know you’re stronger than that. Stick with friends who were true to you from the very start.

Who honors those we love with the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us, and at the same time sings that we’ll never die? Who teaches us what’s real, and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live, and what we’ll die to defend? Who chains us, and who holds the key to set us free? It’s you. You have all the weapons you need. Now fight!

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about…

People will hate you, rate you, shake you, and break you. But how strong you stand is what makes you.