It isn't fair when you know a simple thought from them could rearrange you. All that remains is the hope that somewhere along the way you discarded a stronger more vivacious version of yourself. A fragment to be called upon when you have nothing left.
When the littlest thing goes wrong, it brings me to a bad place.reminds me of this black cloud that's been hovering over my life. Why can't I just see it as a speed bump.instead of as a complete failure? I'm loved by many, but feel empty. Hate this