how can i still feel like such an amazingly big piece of shit, i don’t understand this
it’s getting more difficult and tears come more and more easily. but i want to fight it. i know i want better things... but daily life and struggles are like bugs hitting the windshield, obscuring my view and distracting my focus. i can’t let it. i have to remember to put my wipers on and see through them.
it’s hard now, Sofi. it hurts for now, Sofi. keep fighting. keep hoping. don’t get lost in the minutia.











