when you wake up with glasses on, full water next to you, in pajamas, and birth control taken. Damnnnn I am good. I don’t remember getting home at all but I did all dat shit. Only bad news is I can’t find my flip flops.

Last night I got a glimpse of what our future would have been. The only thing missing was you. The only thing ever missing is you. With you my life would be close to perfect. I know it. But your an asshole. You have no idea how much you are needed. How almost two years later we are still reeling, stuck going in circles, lost without you. I have been labeled with 6 emotional disorders since you have passed, but the only thing actually wrong with me is a broken heart.

It was only 9 short months I was given to fill myself up with you and I feel the reservoir draining. I find myself forgetting what it was like to have you love me. Your love is being replaced by an emptiness that consumes me, like your love once did. But last night I remembered. When your mother caressed my face my heart got jump started. For the first time in a long time I feel a genuine sadness instead of a numbness that leads to panic. I hope for a peace over your family, I hope you are with them every single second.

Million dollar baby is honestly the most depressing movie on the planet. I always stop watching it when she gets paralyzed.