My sister woke me up and said she’s on her way to my place with a bag full of goodies so we can hang out. She’s an angel. 🩷🩷🩷
Sometimes it feels like everything we’ve been through is following us. But it isn’t. Every day is day 0. Nothing carries over, not the weight, not the mistakes, not the fear, unless we bring them with us. I’ve lived through heavy things. I don’t live there anymore. This blog is where I remember that.
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