I’ve cried more the past couple days than I have in a while. But it’s ok.
There are people rooting for me, and at a pretty low low, those people came bursting up through the floorboards like giant rays of sunshine. Unprecedented kindness from supporters I didn’t know I had.
You used to support me, understand me, and only treat me with kindness… But it was too hard, I was too hard on you, and your colors have become muted as you morph into an unrecognizable creature.
I still love you, I’m still sorry, but I have to be well and I can’t do that while we keep playing games.
I needed this reminder today. I love you the moment we met, and I’m afraid I always will. But we are both insane…. and I need to be well.
My dashboard is a mix of really wholesome memes and really depraved porn
I’m actually concerned for boys who complain about how different girls look without makeup. Like did you think eyeshadow permanently alters a girls eyelid? Are you frightened when people change clothes
Babies have no concept of object permanence
That’s one of the sickest burns I’ve ever read.
Grief.
Hey Gramma, I wish I could stop by tomorrow and have a coffee. Maybe frantically go through your fridge to see what you have to eat before feeling my blood pressure drop as I take a seat next to you at the kitchen table, hearing the familiar buzz of fluorescent lighting.
There’s a lot of things I would go to you about if you were still here. You’ve given the best care and advice since I was barely old enough to remember. I find solace in that I never took advantage of your kind ear and soft words. Everything you’ve told me stays with me.
In my own selfishness I am sorry I didn’t crawl into the hospital bed with you and cry, while you waited for the family to tell you it was ok to go.
I am sorry I’m not soaking up every minute with Grampa as he continues to grieve. Casa Grande, and your home, are a nightmare to be at. I miss you so much.
I wish I could go to you about Darren, tell you with hesitant excitement about the car we bought. I wish you could meet Princess. I wish my clients didn’t know you in just stories. I wish I could lean on you to help rid me of the same habit that took you from us.
I'm only what they've made me. I bend and break to please each one. Each part of me is just a part of them I didn't give back...
This is me, I know exactly who I am. There's a story behind every turn life has made, every screw ball I've dodged or... not dodged. While sometimes my story may not always be normal, or cool, or even unique, it is mine, and this is me
