Good.

I swear I'm going to cry, I'm sick of trying to be tough.
you were considerate
and kind
and fair
and honest.
i met you once.
and i dont know if you were real
because how can anyone be that?
you seemed so genuine.
and it gave me hope
it made me smile.
because you weren't going along with everyone else
you weren't dishing out insults
you were paying compliments.
you want to be a doctor, because you want people to be happy and healthy.
i don't know if you're real.
but i sure hope so. and i hope that there are more people like you.
i know there are good people out there, that feel unappreciated, that don't know why they bother, but people do appreciate them. it's so nice to feel like someone actually gives a fuck.
that there's someone who doesn't automatically hate them because of something in their past.
prejudice is a bitch.
you're beautiful.