When life decide you have shoulders big enough to carry any weight.
And when you realize life is absolutely fucking right.
If I would believe in something maybe I’d find in difficulties something to accept as fate chosen for me.
But since I only believe in me and the forces of the universe I just feel quite tired.
I’ve been spending a lot of time at home, T has an health condition we haven’t nailed already so even she’s still in day care I find myself not going to the gym or so for the fear of missing a call. In some days we will have more tests results that should help us understand what is happening to her and how to make her feel better.
I just want my girl to go back to her usual self.