When I was little I used to think,
"What is the worst thing that could happen to me?"
And every time my mind floated to the idea of my mother getting sick. The idea horrified me. She could die. I could be all alone. She would suffer a lot.
"My mom could get sick. That might be horrible," I would think to myself.
But that would never happen.
Now my mom has cancer. And oh my God is it horrible
Oh my god i’m fucking sick of this generation’s mentality that your sadness is beautiful and somebody will fix you and all this fucking john green shit nobody will find you in a bookstore reading bukowski and want to lie with you and nobody will kiss your scars and you will not be like effie and freddie you’ve got to be your own fucking hero and surround yourself with positivity.