Ever since I got sick, I’ve had this deep-seated need to prove my worth. Because I spend so much time in bed resting, I feel like I need to produce something extraordinary to make up for it. If anybody else has felt the same way, I want you to know that you’re enough regardless of what you can or can’t accomplish.
This is definitely how I feel all the time. It’s good to hear I’m not the only one and I’m enough.
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She knew she was really sad, when she stopped loving the things she loved.
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If you care about me, fucking act like it.