It’s days like this that I miss my grandmother the most.
She would always take me the beach each Easter.
The weather would usually be perfect, not too hot and not too cold.
Sometimes it’ll rain, but we would sit in the sand and just enjoy.
She was the reason why I’m so attached to the beach.
Because she loved it, and so I love it.
It’s also the reason why I haven’t been able to go to the beach lately
Without having the urge to drown myself in its waters.
It’s been a while since I’ve cried for her.
It’s been four years and I’m still not over it.
And I don’t know if I ever truly will be.
Now this year, I lost another.
Around the same time too.
Truthfully, I’m really angry at the world.
I have been for the past four years.
I’m getting better
But days like this
I can’t help but wallow and hate the world
Surprisingly, perfectionists are often procrastinators, as they can tend to think “I don’t have the right skills or resources to do this perfectly now, so I won’t do it at all.”
this is an important thing to remember.
The nicest people I’ve ever met were covered in tattoos and piercings and the most judgmental people I’ve ever met are the ones that go to church every Sunday.