I think I have every fucking right to be a little lazy when I’m sick. And I think I have the right to complain when a doctor is rude to me and wastes my time. But I don’t think I deserve you being an asshole to me because you don’t feel good because I have done nothing but try to take care of you.
I love seeing people walking by with little smiles on their face because something small happened that made them happy. Maybe they got a cute text, maybe they got laid, maybe they killed a man. You will never know.
Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.