Piled High

7 Jan

There is nothing lonelier to me than crawling into half of my bed, with the other half piled high with clothes and items that don’t have any reason to be pushed to the floor.

At the same time though, I have never been more fulfilled when I am hanging out with my girlfriends. There is this understood hope, an invisible strength that keeps us going.

I keep having to remind myself that with friends as good as ours, and my family, I am pretty much set to tackle anything.

That is where I am finding my strength.


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