That’s the only thing that keeps me going.
Sort of scared me a little when I realised that. Like, there’s no one there that I go on for. Or nothing else, but myself.
There are some people out there that do help to restore my hope in moments of its loss. Even if I haven’t even met those people. Knowing of all these stories that have been shared on this blog, knowing how many of these people have gone through so much, but remained stronger than ever, knowing that it did get better for them. Knowing all this, it gives me hope.
Hoping so much for things to be better is okay. I think.
If you can still remain even a little bit hopeful with so much shit going around you. That’s pretty good, right?
No one can take hope away from you.