Because the truth was I was tired. I was tired of fighting but more importantly I was tired of losing, of being disappointed.
Because the truth was I was tired. I was tired of fighting but more importantly I was tired of losing, of being disappointed.
People don’t exist in just the light or the dark. They exist in the contrast. In the shadows where the two overlap.
That was one of the worst things about being sick. Someone was always waiting on you, which meant disappointing people was inevitable.