You only fix the things you feel deserve to be fixed, as if you’re a special kind of person who doesn’t deserve to sort their own life out because of who they are. Like your brokenness is a symptom of being you.
“I can let that wait, I don’t need to do this because I don’t deserve to have it done. My life is always only ever incomplete.”
And yet, no one deserves the full benefit of being you, more than you.
Seriously, I Wrote This For You, stop being so relevant to my life.
That awkward moment when you get life-alteringly awesome news and your first thought is when is something shitty gonna happen to ruin everything?
There should be a place where everyone is allowed to tell everyone else exactly how they feel. No awkwardness. No bullshit. No fear of feels getting hurt. And then, afterwards, we all go out for ice cream.
It’s “If only the me in this photo had the slightest clue what the hell she was in for.”
Blah.
