It seems like such an insignificant number.
Why can’t I be me?
It’s a tough job being the oldest
Sundays are for goodbyes
Maybe I’m clingy. Maybe it’s more than that.
It’s really hard to make changes in your life. Like, it’s really fucking hard.
Life isn’t all or nothing.
Since people seem to have a hard time understanding this.
There’s a time for every battle you fight.
Not every fight needs to be fought.