one of my favorite things in the world is how we pick up little habits, phrases, and mannerisms from the people we love. i still say that one phrase my friend used to say a few years ago. i cook something the way my cousin taught or showed me. i discovered some of my favorite songs from someone i don't even talk to anymore. you collect so many pieces as you go about life. you are a mosaic of everyone you've ever loved, even for a heartbeat.
when i start crying because of stress‚ it turns into crying over family‚ crying over my past mistakes‚ crying over losing my person‚ crying over the fact that they’ll leave me eventually‚ crying about my body‚ and crying over about my entire life.