Hardest thing for me to grasp as an adult is you have to keep showing up no matter how you feel. You gotta do this shit sad, do it heartbroken, do it grieving, do it tired. Life doesn’t care, it waits for nobody, you just have to keep going
see the problem is I’d kind of convinced myself that flowers were just gunna magically appear at my door by a secret admirer despite not having a secret admirer and now I’m disappointed these non existent flowers haven’t turned up
I think one of the hardest things to accept when loosing your grandparents is the fact they won’t be there to see you through all of your milestones, truly makes your heart hurt