Oh, Tumblr. I feel horrible, like if someone keeps turning on and off a switch in my head telling it to start and stop hurting. And then my throat feels all stuffed, and I can’t breathe at times. I want to sleep now.
I complain about everything, and I have it better than most people.
When will I get that through my head?
I’ll never know the love of grandparents. Never know the love of parents friends that become like your aunt or uncle.
So I will make sure, if i ever have kids, they have that.