Tragedies happen. What are you gonna do, give up? Quit? No, I realize now that when your heart breaks, you got to fight like hell to make sure your still alive. Because you are. Because it’s still so raw and real. And that pain you feel? That’s life. The confusion and fear? That’s there to remind you, that somewhere out there is something better, and that something is worth fighting for.
You know that feeling, where everything becomes so overwhelming. You try to cope, to rationalize, and people ask you how you’re doing, but the only thing you can say is “fine,” because you can’t describe your feelings without going into a downward spiral? Then you sit down, in front of a keyboard of 26 letters, and your emotions seep out of every pore onto the screen like word vomit.
Jessica Cleverley
