Last week it didn’t feel like this. I got used to the added weight pretty quick into the week. Today is not a day like that. Today I feel like I’m fighting to get myself up. It’s

So far so good. It’s strange when it’s good. So used to things being so bad. When it’s good it confuses me. I don’t really know how to appreciate the good. I always feel like there’s got

You can relax now, what you feared is not going to come to pass. You are moving forward and a new chapter is beginning. I know you’ve been hesitant to be happy about it because the last

There is no more waiting. Waiting for what exactly? For things to go wrong? For things to once again play out how you didn’t expect them to? Every time you sit and wait for things to go