team “i wore this yesterday but i’m going to a different place so it doesn’t matter”
I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.
We’re neither pure, nor wise, nor good; we do the best we know.
You cannot go back in time, even if you wish it with every fiber of your being, your heart and soul, even if you think about it every day. Trust me. I know.
chronic illnesses are like being stuck playing hard mode but you don’t actually know what any of the buttons do and there is a reasonable possibility you are holding the wrong controller altogether
See, I don’t have a chronic illness, but I feel like this is a really accurate description of my life.