Life isn’t fair. A fair’s a place where you eat corn dogs and ride the ferris wheel.
Just like there’s always time for pain, there’s always time for healing.
Time’s never up”, she whispered, not looking at me, but at my canvas. “Just like there’s always time for pain, there’s always time for healing. Of course there is.
…But would that be enough? Because at the moment it felt like it could never be enough. People needed more than a place to stay, more than a porch to sleep on. They needed a home, right? They needed love.
I didn’t answer. Just shook my head and let the tears roll. “I just want it to go away. I just want all the drama to stop. Nobody would believe me anyway,” I whispered. “Nobody would care.
But now the other half of “us” was gone and, lying there in my shadowy room, I’d be struck with this realization that I had no clue how to be just me again.
Getting on with her life is important. But right now it may be more important to put the feelings out there, deal with them, and find a way to be okay with all that’s happened.
Sometimes, in my world where parents hated one another and school was a battleground, it sucked to be me.
Sometimes even stuff you expect to happen can still hurt
Because I love you. And I hurt you. I hurt the person I love most in the world, and i will never forgive myself.
I couldn’t make myself imagine Dad holding some creamy-faced baby, cooing at it, telling it he loved it. Taking it to baseball games. Living some life he’d probably consider his ‘real life,’ the one he deserved rather than the one he got.
At one time it really felt like forever might happen for us.
you can get past a mistake, but it’s much harder to get past being a cruel person.
It’d felt good to be part of an “us,” with the same thoughts, the same feelings, the same miseries.
Some days making it to the end of the day is quite the victory. — Bea