Everything At Once

Deal With It.

you guys think my life is perfect, right?
you think i go around parading about how i'm perfect and everything's perfect? no, that's a lie and i don't do that anyway.

you know what i do though? i try to make the best of everyday even though living fucking SUCKS. i'd rather be buried with five minutes left of oxygen than breathe sometimes. but i'm here and i'm living.

i talk about how happy i am. you know why i do that? it's bc i finally found people that made me actually happy, no matter if all of them are here or not. nothing is absolutely perfect but the fact that things still lighten up the room with flaws is a beautiful thing. plus, i don't need to sweat about the people that left or the people that hate on me after whatever because they don't matter. that's because if they aren't here, why worry about it? if it won't matter in five years, why spend five minutes out of my day worrying about it? i shouldn't have to feel like i need to do that.

i've learned that you can carry on throughout life tradegies. i grew after my "grandfather" died when i was 14 and i've been building myself up after my grandmother's passing and go about my day. i wake up, brush my hair and teeth, get dressed and go about my day. when i get home, i shower, eat and get ready for bed. shit happens but you have to keep moving. you have to deal with it sometimes but that's okay since you don't always have to do that alone. you check in on others for better or worse too so you see what they're dealing with but not all wanna talk about it, i know i don't. we all deal with shit we'd rather keep in a vault than out on the table. it's stressful, but we deal with it.