I am slowly learning that I don’t have to replay my awkward moments and bad decisions in my head over and over again. I don’t have to dwell on all of the things that I have done wrong in the past.
It is better to wear her heart on her sleeve than to pretend that she doesn’t have one.
You deserve to be talked about. You deserve to be bragged about. Your memory deserves to be kept alive.
Your family members are the people who you feel the most comfortable around, who you feel the most yourself around, who you want to spend every single holiday surrounded by.
Even the strongest girls have felt lost. Like there was no point in living. Like no one cared about them and no one would notice if they were gone.
Thank you for making the small amount of time that we do spend together feel worthwhile. Thank you for giving me memories that will last a lifetime.
I hate how upset I get when someone raises their voice at me, when someone takes too long to answer a text, when someone gives me the smallest hint that they are annoyed with me.
It is true that speaking keeps you more occupied than thinking.
There are still days when I struggle to get out of bed.
When you lose a cousin, you reevaluate your own life, your own mortality, because their age wasn’t that far off from yours.