I really am, God. But you’re making everything so hard. There’s so much piled on my shoulders, and I don’t know if I can handle much more. Especially some other sickness that you might give me, I can’t handle a fourth one. Please, please, pleeeeease, give me a break. :’(
That Look Your Mom Gives To You When You're Doing...
say-hey-ho: the ” imma fuck you up when i get home” look
with my fiance :)