He would tell me I can do this. He would say I'm stronger than I think. He would tell me it'll end and I'll have made it through before I know it. But he's not here to say any of that. He has no idea what kind of hell this is.

i love you and i wwant you back so bad

I'm glad I don't have to pay attention to which tornadoes are in what states this summer.

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Tonight, it's you sitting up, awake, with your fingers in my hair.  Your body is tired, all your parts hurt--your knees, your back--but you won't say anything.  You haven't complained about the sunburn that's itchy and peeling in places.  You won't complain about the dreams.  Complaints are weaknesses and the weak don't survive.  As you can attest ( Read more... )