Sometimes bad things happen and sometimes good things happen and I need to learn to accept and appreciate the good and bad in both.
This weekend was miserable, I felt worthless and sad and I relapsed and cried and refused to move and slept away my troubles. But today I worked on a lot of art things and bought new clothes and tomorrow I’m seeing my favorite boy and I know there will be some happiness in that and I am excited.
This week will be better for me. I will make it better. Though I am sad and I am hurting all the time, I know I can be okay. I will be okay. I will.