"HERE'S TO THE MESS WE MADE"
I don't know how things got so messy. My brother said to write down everything that hurts-a checklist of all my stressors-so I could laugh at all of this once it's over:
Every ounce of me really hurts right now, and I'm having a hard time fighting it.
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