A manicure, a glass of whiskey and dessert. I found true girl’s night out.
You wake up and you get ready to face the day. You use all of the tools you know. Deep down you search for strength because all you want from the day is normalcy.
Boston is my home and I couldn’t be prouder of its people.
As I was leaving the hospital yesterday, it dawned on me that I have no idea what to do. I know that there isn’t much I can do, but I know that being here helps. I feel alone. I feel like I have no right action. The frustration is ridiculous.
There is only so much I can do with the tools you have given me. Finding out that there was little left for your future does not help me make life easier for you. I wish you would have been able to look into the future and realize that life was worth living to the fullest. Instead, you’ve found an escape in the confines of your mind and have become exasperated that I have no solution. I’m trying. Failing seems to be more probable though.
When our feet don’t touch the ground, we can’t help but remember that we are not held by gravity, but by love.