I don't think people realize how difficult it is to be alive. How much stress it is to wake up everyday, so you're not a bigger disappointment, how much responsibility it is to just be alive one more day for them, and to tell yourself over and over again "Just one more day." How wearing long sleeves is painful, or too tight of jeans. How it is to wake up covered in make up from sobbing the night before, and going in public with a smile on your face. But I can't disappoint anyone else anymore.
Just one more day.
Just one more day.
Just one more day.
TRH
