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These past few weeks have been hard. Yesterday, Today, Tommorrow. All of them were. Hard is finding something with someone, beyond what you can make or force. Having someone to go to when you just need to talk to someone instead of having to hold it all in and to become angry over nothing. Hard is forgiving someone. Hard is admitting you need them. Hard is giving in to someone else. Hard is not being able to say sorry to someone you've hurt. Hard being able to trust someone, again, that is, beyond what they say but being able to trust them with your feelings. Hard is giving someone your heart, knowing you may not get it back. Hard is missing someone so much, it makes you sick. Hard is knowing how different things can be when someone pushes you away. Hard is meeting amazing new people, but still coming to terms with the fact that they just won't do it for you. Hard is excepting the fact that your family can't always be together the way you would like. Hard is being without the people you need. Hard is trying to make it, when no one believes you can. Hard is doing everything on your own, no help from anyone even when you need it most. Hard is asking for help. Hard is crying in front of someone, everyone. Don't know about yours, but my day, week, month was straight up tough as fuck. Its coming to an end, and new frontiers are in sight. Hoping for the best, with everyone, everything.

“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility." KhalilGibran