Do you ever have days where you just want to break. You’re so held up inside that you know you have to push on for just a little longer. Just one more day, just one more hour, just one more minute, just one more second. You feel it all come rushing in on you. You are scared that you aren’t going to make it but you know you have to. You know you have to keep it together. So you cry in the bathroom stall at work, and take time to yourself on breaks and then beg friends to see you after work because you really just need to let go over a glass of wine. You’re screaming on the inside and you’re trying so hard to keep it together. When your boss gives you a hard time or you mess up with a customer, you just have to apologize and keep walking. Because if you took it personally there would be no way to get back up. You’re already carrying around this pile of useless depression on your back and if you stop now there’s definitely no way of continuing down the same road. So you tell yourself, “Just one more day, one more hour, one more minute, one more second and then I can break.”
I hope my back didn’t break your knife.
the facts were these
It will scare you.
Yrsa Daley-Ward, “revelation,” bone (via viciieuse)