"Soon I’ll grow up, and I won’t even flinch at your name."
I’m not saying that I want to die, but I’m not saying that I’m opposed to the idea.
I’m at this point in my life where I am constantly asking myself: “what is worth my effort, and what is not?” I’m having such a hard time distinguishing the difference but I’m doing what I can.
"You miss her? Then book a ticket on the next flight get on a fucking plane and fly to her. Jump on a bus and ride five, six, eleven hours to see her beautiful face. Hitch hike from the other side of the country, in the rain, sunshine and the hail. Take your Mom’s car and drive for three hours and bang on her door, until she wakes up shitty but happy to see you. Sneak onto a train and journey for two hours. If you miss her as much as you say, then you will find a way to get to her. Even if that means you’re broke for two months, or tired for a week. If she matters as much as you say, you’ll find a way."
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