I’m totally an anxious mess all the time. There’s a constant dialogue going on in my brain, and it’s just reminding me of all the failures that I have had, and all of the things I need to do, and all of the things I’m not doing good enough.
And someday there will be a door frame that watches you come and go and that person will be a door frame, like me.
I just can’t. He is so cute.
you drove to your parents house and we talked about everything
we talked about how much it sucked, but no matter what, we had to remain
And the snow falls down, melts before it even hits the ground. And I’m standing here listening to the sound of your hand washing back and forth across my filthy heart. And I don’t know if I should say “I’m sorry” or “thank you”. I try to speak but the tears choke the words. And I think I finally know what they mean when they talk about joy.