Back when I was about thirteen and horribly depressed, I met this girl named Emily. While I thought I was a fat, smelly and ugly little creature, she thought I was a nice boy. Whenever I'd see her, she'd give me a hug. Each and every time. She showed me a little bit of kindness that she really had no obligation to show me; she did it because she thought I was worth it. Emily gets nearly one hundred percent of the credit for giving me the motivation to get out of my depression.
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ninetydegrees
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on 2007-01-06 03:07 pm (UTC)