Like I feel like a worried Mom, theres no amount of words for how badly I wish I could be there to take the suffering and sadness for you, and I am so scared to see you go through this like you are.
These are the nights long distance is the hardest. These are the nights I ache to hold your hand and let you know Im here and that its gonna be okay. These are the nights I wanna feel you here in our quietness that somehow speaks the volumes of the words I can’t conjure up to make things better.
And the worst is I can’t help you when you dont want to be helped, and I can’t physically be there to show you that you actually can.
ITS MA BIRTHDAY
THE DAY I GRACED THIS EARTH WITH MY PRESENCE
I turn nine-fucking-teen tomorrow, like when did that shit happen