Enough said.

I’ll always be jealous of you. 

I constantly thank God that you’re still right by my side

I don’t have to make sense to anyone but myself.

The point of no return.

It came to the point where I cried every two seconds. I let my fear consume me. I let my tears stop me from seeing clearly. I thought I had no one to turn to, no one to just listen. But just when you think you are in it alone, you are completely wrong. Especially through this ongoing rough patch, I am grateful. 

Please don’t let me lose that ounce of hope I have left.