I'm not a number. Not a statistic. Not a point in a graph. I'm a human being. I have a right to be heard and spoken to. To be held and pushed away. To be hurt and healed. To be hated and loved. I have a right to have friends and enemies. Good days and bad. Confidents and informants. I have a right to a family that won't judge me based on what I like, but on who I am. And so do you.

I don't believe in unnecessary violence. I don't believe in war. I believe that we should all stop fucking each other and try to work together. And if that makes me a pussy, it's a title I'll wear with pride.

I don't need drugs or alcohol to deal with my problems. Why should you?

In loving memory of Matt Summers, the greatest uncle anyone could ever ask for, and one hell of a father. Goodbye, Matt.