72 days
That’s all the time left. I can do it. I can bite my tongue for that much longer. I can swallow my screams and silence my pain. I can take it. It’s worth it. I’m going to be happy this next two months and a half because it’s all I can do for myself.
I’m going to rewrite the letters I wrote last year. I’m going to dedicate my time to her and making sure she has the best summer. I’m going to work hard and set myself up for the goals that I have. I’m going to come out of this and hit the ground running.
It’s time to get out of bed. It’s time to stop feeling sorry for myself. It’s all coming to an end in 72 days and I’m going to make sure that I make up for lost time. I owe myself that. It’s time to be a person I can be proud of. It’s about damn time I start breathing again.
