Think Of Me

I am so tired. Not the "I didn't get that much sleep last night" tired, but the "nothing in life brings me joy anymore" tired. It's heartbreaking.

i wonder what our younger selves would say if they saw us now. the people we dreamed about. the singers, actors, astronauts, doctors. the famous, rich, lived people we were certain we’d turn out to me. i wonder what they’d say when the people in front of them are us. broken, exhausted, damaged grown ups. living a life so very different to the glitz and glam we dreamed of. a life of tears, puffy eyes, scarred skin, broken hearts. 

Parents be like "you know you can talk to me about anything right?" and then make it extremely clear it will go very poorly if you talk to them about specific things