There are just some days in life you really have a shitty day. Everything goes south and you think what’s the fucking point.
And then you interact with someone. You get a hug. You notice people care. And thats just enough. Just enough to keep you going. Knowing you are loved, people who care for you no matter how fucked up you are. No matter how crazy you act, how drunk you are. And words can’tdescibe how you feel. These few persons are literlly the resaon I’m still here… I’m still breathing. I really wished for a method I could make it clear to them.. How much they have done for me. Without them even knowing. And even if I don’t speak to them in a few weeks, months, years. I will never forget how much they pulled me through.
I hope that they know how wonderfull they really are. How beautiful and bright their personalities shine. I’m grateful because I am loved. And because somse people are worth the drama and the missery.
Because of them I get the reminder life is worth living.
For once I’m going to call names.
Crazy little fucked up Kimmy