I Don't Really Have Skeletons...

But my closet is looking dusty. Sorry for being vague.

I've had a conversation recently with my roommate and suitemate in my dorm that has stirred my demons.

There's certain character traits that I believe I can attribute to my past. Though what I have gone through in the past has been hard, I have to say that I am grateful for my experiences. So, here goes.

Thank you.

To everyone that has hurt me.

For every time I've cried,

and every time I was too hurt to shed a tear.

Thank you for the arguments,

and for showing me who I really am

for speaking honestly of your true character

and even if you never were before,

being honest long enough to harm me.

Thank you for teaching me to never waste my time with people like you

and showing me the friends that I should never let go.

Thank you for making me stronger,

better,

faster,

and smarter.

You knocked me down

so I know how to build.

Thanks to you,

I can create something out of nothing

so even when you leave

and when you're gone

and when you're never coming back

a part of me won't leave with you.

You do not make me

so you cannot break me.

I am better than that

and thanks to you,

I already know it.

This isn't poetry, it's just how I think.

Just as a note: It's hard to be grateful for the hard times of our lives, but they form us to be the people we are today. Saying that, it's also important to forgive, but not always forget. Some people will hurt us again and again, so we must forgive them again and again but remove ourselves for our own sakes.

"I've spent too much time being negative of others, when I should remember the time spent of others being negative of me."