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so i have extreme trust issues. the past twenty four years of my life i knew this most of the time. the past weekend reminded me being brave or strong or whatever the hell you call it when you're putting on the face of serenity when you're telling your friends the past month and a half you haven't seen them is because you're in the middle of a family crisis and it hasn't been too long ago you had one...and another...and another and THE ONE FUCKING THING YOU WANT TO DO YOU NO LONGER CAN BECAUSE CRYING LOSES ITS MEANING. Being brave is easy; being vulnerable enough to tell friends you've known for a good long while now you're scared for your loved ones and that the last thing i need to do is shut down instead of keep going.
ugh
FUCK CANCER