I'm trying to let him know what I'm about to do. I'm hoping he can save me, even though I realize he can't.
I am trying to be kind instead of right.
I feel like I’m broken—like I don’t fit together anymore. Like there’s no more room for me in the world or something. Like I’ve overstayed my welcome here on Earth, and everyone’s trying to give me hints about that constantly. Like I should just check out.
If clouds are blocking the sun, there will always be a silver lining that reminds me to keep on trying.