I’m calling it a sick day.
Please, tumblr, make me feel better.
Everything I have ever written, I have come to realize, has been written for you.
But it is with the walls that lay in crumpled heaps beside my mosquito-bitten legs that I understand just how real this all seems to be. Just how breakable it all truly is. So, please, when you read through my thoughts- my mad, broken, scattered thoughts- remember that it was all written for you.
I have nothing and so much more than I have to prove. This is for me. This is for you. I have nothing to give, but I pray you accept this, and I pray that if you can't that someday you will.