I struggle with bad thoughts a lot but I manage to always find a reason to stay a few months longer. I got a fun job for the summer this time. I guess I’ll stick around a little bit longer and see what happens.
I’ve been through the most unmanageable grief and pain these last three years and I can’t believe I’m still on my feet. I feel a mixture of pride but terror at the idea that some day I won’t have anything else to look forward to.