Sometimes, I still think about the girl crying in the bathroom stall.
Still wonder what it was that made her so sad. Still make a wish for her whenever I can, on a stem of dandelion fluff. Still hope that things get better for her soon.I do not know who she is, but something about her feels familiar.Maybe if she can get better, I think, so can I. Maybe if there is hope for her, there is hope for me too.
I saw an article called “Make Peace With Your Unlived Life” and it really made me stop and think. So much of our lives is mourning for what we didn’t become. It’s a waste. We didn’t waste any opportunities. What came and went was not meant for us.
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