This One's For Me (And You Too, If You Need It)

Don't give up.
You're allowed to be angry. Just be sure why.
Something has to give.
Bend, don't break.
Learn to be more humble.
Never lose your dignity.
You are loved.
Suicide is not an option.
You still have more to lose. Try not to lose it all.
You have faith. Use it.
Fight for what's right...but choose your battles wisely.
Show love, kindness and respect to others.
Pride is a sin.
Know the difference between 'want' and 'need'.
Remember what Gram said about money. ;-)
Don't stick any beans up your nose.
There is humor in everything, but it may not be appropriate for everyone.
Be responsible for yourself first.
Think before you speak.
Look before you leap.
Eat healthily and responsibly.
Getting drunk can be fun but it's never the answer unless someone asks what you're doing while you're doing it.
Take your medicine when you're supposed to.
Today may be bad. Tomorrow may be worse. The sun will still shine...somewhere.
Do the right thing.
Say 'please', 'thank you' and 'you're welcome'.
Stay positive even when you don't want to be.
If you don't know the answer, look for it. If you can't find it, ask someone else. They might know.
Never piss into the wind..
Never spit into the wind.
There is a time for all things.
Contrary to popular belief, not all cops are dickheads.
There is never an excuse for violence.
Suicide is still not an option.
Try to smile at least once a day.
It's OK to cry.
It's OK to laugh.
It's OK to feel whatever you're feeling.
Loving others is a good thing. They don't have to love you back...but it's nice when they do.
Communicate clearly.
Be honest. Always.
She'll be right mate.

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