Excuse the cheesyness of my words. Forced as they are, they're an excuse so I can share a photo I like.
I crave for a life devoid of care about what I will be sorry to leave behind.
The first step to addressing a problem is knowing that there is a problem.
Instead I shut my mouth, cried silently in front of the hospital building, and met him at the place he told me to
I can feel it attacking and seeping through the fragile fabric of my very existence.
Prohibiting myself from experiencing these negative emotions is only as good as not letting myself heal at all.
Today, for the first time in a very very long time, I challenged myself to stay positive and happy for the entire day.