We all cheer for a well-rested star!!! 🥳🥳🥳

Please 😭 working retail during the holidays at a costal city, I wouldn’t wish it for my worst enemy

You don’t write like AI—AI writes like you. Defend the em dash.

Thank you so much my bby 🥺 I guess it’s such a particular feeling, and it’s so hard to find people who relate
I’m also hugging so so so tight from here 🥺💖💖sending all the warmth and love I can because you deserve it too

I hope, in a way, I get to leave fist too.

All of that to say that I’m glad my mom didn’t go through this. She grieved the life she would never have, but in the end she got to say goodbye to all of us, daughters, parents, spouse
She left first, but she left loved. I hope my dad and stepmom have the same chance.

Saying goodbye to someone so precious, who wormed their way inside your life and made themself such an intrinsic part of me, seems like the worst punishment god could muster against me

But I can’t fathom the thought of not being the first out of us. Living my days without the light they bring to my life, moving on not being able to share things with them anymore. They are strong enough without me, but my sisters are my life, cousin included.

I hope I get to see my father pass. And my stepmother. I hope I can comfort my middle sister the way a person deserves after losing their whole world, tenderly, patiently, respectfully.
My grandmother has lost enough, and I hope I can caress her face one last time after she’s gone

I love myself, have for a while. Not the love that fills my chest as them, but enough to feel satisfied with how I’m slowly learning to live my life.

I love my middle sister, who I’ve only had for around 5 years so far, but who nobody will ever be able to take away from me.

I love my little sister, the one I begged to get, that i cradled and cared as my own little baby when I was only 8.

I love my cousin, who in her way took me in as her sister

And now I can’t help it. I love my grandma, so deep and comforting. I love my dad, despite the distance that grew between us and that we pretend doesn’t exist, for the sake of not dealing with the past.
In a more cautious way, I love my stepmother, and the changes she meant in my life.