I’m sorry. I’m awful,” she said. “I’ve just felt so destructive all week. It’s awful, I’m horrible.
Happiness to me is accepting who you are and loving who you are, and knowing you’re enough just by breathing.
I don’t know if I am sad, mad, happy or what… I just don’t know. My feels are all over the place. It hurts though. But it’s painful and lovely at the same time. It’s an enjoyable type of pain, but it’s slowly breaking my heart. I don’t quite understand it.