Maybe if you thought you were going to die, you would be writing love letters on Medium to a boy who has tried to forget you exist.

Maybe if you were sick, really sick, in this country that wishes sick people would have the decency to crawl off and die, you would have done what I did.

Maybe if you were told your whole life you are worthless, you would not believe in yourself the way I do not believe in myself.

Maybe if every person you encounter insists you have no right to be in this room this house this planet, you would be defensive and hostile, too.

Maybe if people who claimed to love you had tried to lock you up and insist you are crazy and convince you to destroy yourself for their pleasure. Maybe then when you loved someone, you would run.

Maybe.