Oh hey look. It’s been 1 year since my panic attack drove me from work taking away my relaxing day off on my birthday. Man what power love has over people.
Really thought I wouldn’t make it to my 23rd birthday. I fully expected to take my own life before then. For some reason I didn’t and here we are. My birthday is next Thursday.
To think 23 years ago today one of the most beautiful and wholesome souls I’ve ever met was born and then taken way too soon. I love and miss you every day. I have never stopped thinking about you. #FuckCancer
Why am I crying about someone who literally set out to hurt me and then make it seem like it was my fault nearly a god damn year ago? Why am I this stupid? Why can’t I be like them and just forget about all the years and late nights.
There are many times I just want it all to end. I’m sick of feeling this way constantly. I’m sick of faking my way through every interaction. I want to be genuine for once.