It isn’t cool to pretend that you’re okay when you’re not. When I told you I was sad and I didn’t like eating and I miss you, I meant every word. I say and write a thousand words a day but never did I mean short phrases that much.
What lies ahead if we shed off all our fears and all of our old selves? Does what awaits us is as wonderful as the dearest memories of the past? Is it worth leaving everything we know behind and embracing the future?