just another hopeless romantic..
If I can’t be happy then just make it so I don’t care anymore because I don’t know how much longer I can go on this way.
Forcing myself to get out there.
Making myself get things done.
Still keep procrastinating. Still keep making excuses. But I'm working on it.
No one tells you how bad grief changes you. No one tells you how much you just don't feel like doing things. No one tells you how hard this is.
All my grief says the same thing— this isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.
Fortesa Latifi, The Truth About Grief
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