words already are saving my life so i can’t even describe what a rt, like, or the extra help do. my type of status, or any immigration status in general have very little info out, so even spreading awareness is a voice for all the people who fled their countries seeking safety.
Nobody talks about the stage of grief where you can't even talk about it to anyone anymore because everyone expects you to be getting over it but it still runs through your mind everyday.
Trying to heal, while trying to grieve, while trying to forgive, while trying to forget, while trying to love, while trying to be loved. That's a lot for one heart.
Trying to heal, while trying to grieve, while trying to forgive, while trying to forget, while trying to love, while trying to be loved. That's a lot for one heart.
fuck what we had, fuck what we did, fuck what i said, fuck what we could've been, fuck what you promised, fuck what we shared, fuck that i ever met you and fuck you.