Like really hard.
Nothing goes right.
It seems like nobody wants to be your friend.
No matter what you do you're not pretty enough.
Not skinny enough.
Not good enough.
Sometimes the only thing left to do is break down.
And so that's what you do.
Time comes where you just cry and cry and no matter how hard you try you just can't stop.
Then after you let all that out of your system, you feel...not better, per say, but relieved.
You're able to breathe again.
Things don't seem as difficult.
You can finally pick yourself up off your sorry butt and move on with your life.
The time comes where you get down on your knees and you finally just pour everything out.
Everything that's been on your mind.
Every last detail.
And the tears flow again.
You can't help it, it just feels so nice to get it out.
When you get up you feel so much peace and love, it's almost magical.
You realize that things still suck.
That can't change over night.
But one thing can.
You can start trying.
Try harder than you've ever tried before.
Trying is all that's left, so that's what you'll do.
You'll cry and you'll try and somehow you'll pull through.
Just try.
Try.
.try.
