People avoid me like the plague. Why? You give me no chance to progress and make myself better. No chance to improve my communication skills. No chance to show you how much I can care about you. No chance to redeem myself from my past mistakes. No chance to see me triumph through hard times. You give me no chance. And now that I’ve gone through what I’ve gone through and experienced the lowest of lows. You get to miss out on the real me. The compassionate, loving, funny, caring me. But the people that did stay in my life through these tough times? They get to see me for who I am. Goodbye to those who thought of me as the plague. You mistook the plague for a disease that can and has been cured through a tragic miracle.