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
As your friend….I AM NEVER TIRED OF YOUR LIFE. I hate when my friends are like “I don’t wanna keep bothering you with the same shit”…girl, if this shit weighs on your chest everyday, I do not care. SPILL. Because feeling like you gotta stand in that alone is never how I—
Or ever really, I’m honestly so exhausted from all the crying and I really wish her Mother could still be here. I wish I could have reached her and been there for her. I can’t stop the tears.