you know when you've had such a shitty day and no matter how many good things you've done, by 10 pm you're just like....
i. feel. like. shit.
feels like the world has not moved one bit. feels like everyone important in your life is off doing important things while you're at home doing laundry and packing. feels like nothing good is going to happen. nothing at all. so then you settle for it and promise yourself that tomorrow will be a good day.
and then one little thing happens. it's like someone held out on you for hours or forgot about you since the moment you woke up and BAM.
it happens.
the one good thing, that actually feels good, finally happens.
all that shitty including the bug going into your eye during your bike ride, buying the hot dogs but not the buns, that one guy who is a total douchebag (and it took you forever to realize it), the sun not coming out long enough for you to *attempt* to tan, almost having a heart attack because Orlando came so close to stealing game 1 from Boston, means absolutely nothing.
because of that one small thing, that small phrase, posted on a blog of a person who you don't even know and will probably never meet, seems to override all the negative and put you back into the place you should be. feeling like an all deserving, beautiful young woman with so much to offer.
"It's gonna hurt when it heals too."
- Abi
thank God for that.
ps. RIP & Happy Birthday Grandpa <3 I love you, and I miss you every day.
