Be grateful for every interaction in your life, each one teaches you something.

And Know that you are appreciated every step of the way, and most of all, for existing.

When you want to be better it’s not only for yourself it’s for everything and everyone, even God I want to be better so I can talk to him better,l want to be better so I can know him better, and that’s what makes you better at the end of the day, the more you try the more you see yourself being better. And you’ll always get better.

I donated blood today for kids battling cancer. I don't do it to feel better about myself I think donating blood is the bare minimum. So don't think you've saved the world or anything like that,you've just given away something your body would have otherwise gotten rid of.

The nurse did it the wrong way, and I ended up getting my hand stuck by a needle twice.

Me: Gets a present.
My friends: what did we get??
Mtsm 🤦‍♀️

love them tho.

Fun fact: When I was 12, a nurse taught me how to stick needles, measure blood pressure, and do other things, so I could take care of my grandfather. I did this every morning, and everyone thought I was going to become a doctor.

Yeah.

Appreciate y'all very much.

Light comes back when you finally feel comfortable in the dark.

And am saying this literally ,mebrat haile has a problem with me when I don’t have class.

Men☕.😁

I mean I had too sorry.

In my mind, it's never just a thought. It's more like I overthink it in every possible direction, doubting every outcome, over and over again. I stare at a wall, sleep on it, then repeat the cycle until I finally reach the point where my mind asks, What's the worst that could happen?That's what I mean when I say I've thought about something.

You think you know your siblings, but you never really do. It's as you get older that you begin to understand them more. It's when you accidentally see a tattoo on their leg and they ask if you like it, have quiet rides together, receive a certain text, give something they enjoy, find some of the art they did, the things they wrote, notice how they handle each parent, make inside jokes, and see them reveal themselves more as time passes. You start to know where not to press, and where to be, and you realize they are all you've got. They are the only ones who can see the pain, for it’s the same weapon that pierced you too. It wasn’t washed, changed, or new, it was always the same one, shared in silent understanding.