I can't sleep so I'm writing again. It's so crazy how life doesn't ever stop even when you think you can't go on. It doesn't stop when you pack up all your stuff in the middle of the night and move 500 miles away to an unknown place. It doesn't stop when you lose your best friend unexpectedly and you feel like your heart has been ripped right out of your chest. It doesn't stop when you feel more alone and shitty than you've ever felt in your life and you just can't believe that it's ever going to get better. It doesn't stop when you have no choice but to leave the person you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with. It never ever stops and it's scary but also really comforting at the same time. Like the universe has always got your back and it knows that you're strong enough not to give up. Even when that's all you want. When all you want is to fall to the floor and cry because you've run out of energy for anything else. And I think that's kind of beautiful.
