And you’ll tell her. How you miss her and how much you regret all the shitty things you did. And how you wish you could have made different decisions.
They don’t let their fear of failure hold them back. They reach for the stars, even if they secretly don’t think they stand a chance of grasping them.
Sometimes you can’t fix a problem. I’ve spent maybe at least 10% of my life trying to fix problems that have no solution. A problem should be an arrow, not a stop sign.
I got violently ill once from antibiotics and promptly shit in my leggings after trusting the fart.
“I always did things for my parents and for others. I never did anything for me. And that’s not a way to live.”
It’s impossible to determine how separate my illness is from me as a person. But I do know I can continue to improve if I take responsibility.
I think about all of the amazing times we’ve had and how alive you made me feel. Letting you go was a mistake.
No one can define if what you did wrong was a mistake. You have to define your mistakes on your own. See if they really were wrong or if you think so based on others’ judgement.
We go down and then we come back up again. We break down into pieces but it only gives us another chance to rearrange ourselves so that this time, the pieces of us fit perfectly and are stronger than ever.
“This isn’t a dream. I came to stop you from making a mistake.”