desperation has me hoping that God is planning something for me. never felt so low, but praying it’s because something better is coming that i can only get to through this
i hate it when adults do the whole “it only gets worse from here!” thing. my life will be dream-like forever because i’ll make it. and my heart will never harden because i’ll do the work of keeping it soft. joy isn’t reserved to youth and you won’t convince me it is.