I hate this.
I’ve been crying at the most ridiculous things lately that remind me of my mom. Of course the memory of her not being here still hurts and will always hurt. However, I get so emotion I just started to cry over a tshirt I saw online and know that if she was still here she would have bought it for herself.
I know crying is good. I just hate doing it.
*snorts a line of pumpkin spice* soon
cause of death: Chris Evans in a suit covered with ice water