
Sometimes you have to get fucked up to feel sober, cry to see clear, and fall one hundred times to learn how to pick yourself back up.
I get weak, I get weary, I get moody, I miss sleep, I'm in thoughts, I'm in love, I walk on. Fingers crossed.
I always feel like an idiot. But I am an idiot, so it kinda works out!
But thanks to my lovely darlings who help me to get through this. You guys mean so much me. Now I'm in better state of mind. I should think with my brain. I'm not brainless.
Grow up, Hilda. Grow up.
xx
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