This is MY fucking life

In the past few years I’ve felt the lowest lows and loss of relationships. Since then, they’ve come back, and I’m thankful. But nothing describes that hard time like the word fuck. Fuck, what am i doing? Fuck, why aren’t they talking to me? Fuck, I feel so alone. Fuck, fuck you! Why do you care about so much about my life choices - this is my fucking life! Im healthy, my family is kind and loving, why then can’t you just support us? Why can’t we be there for each other. I thought we were raised to love, to accept people. Why, then, am I such a pariah. Fuck.

It’s funny, being on the other side of that pain. Im so glad I went through it. It made me more resilient, more myself, more independent, and more truthful and supportive with everyone around me. It taught me to stop judging. To (try) to stop comparing. To accept who I am in all my glory. And mainly it made me more me than I had ever been before. All those fucks gave me the world. So to me, there’s no word meaningful.

 GET THE FUCK NECKLACE

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