Why cant the meantime be okay? Or even happy? The meantime cant always be this hard. I can be happy if I am numb. If I ignore all of the things that hurt and that make me crazy. Or I can face them and be sad. And the sadness comes out in bouts of tears that overtake the breaths I already struggle to make. The moments of things being hard or sad or stressful or overwhelming are becoming more than the moments that make me laugh and smile. Its not a ratio I enjoy. Something has to change. I only wish I knew what.
Do at least one thing a day for yourself. I am painting my nails black. So for at least 10 minutes today I am trying to change this.
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