i believe...

inspired by izzi of grey's anatomy.

i would like to believe. yes and it's a choice. it's a choice between giving in to the things in front of me and with what i want to believe inside me. yes you may question that the real thing is what i see but i choose not the facts but the things that would make me feel good. the things that will help me survive this. you might say that i am fooling myself. probably. and so? is that wrong? is choosing what i want to be real, wrong, if it will help me keep myself from breaking into pieces?

i believe that inspite of all the pain, all the heartaches, all the challenges that blocks our way, it will be fine. we will be fine. we will survive and i believe we will.