I try to be worthy of his love, so I don’t walk around feeling guilty that I’m luckier than any other person alive, and that makes me a better person.
We all get together at the end of the day and say three things we are grateful for.
I’m pushing it away while also knowing that my acceptance is all but done.
Let me start with how he and I started.
I believe in yesterday.
They eat everything that is labeled ‘breakfast.’ Eggs, bacon, pancakes, etc etc.
Everybody’s talking all this stuff about me. Why don’t they just let me live?