this is literally mario kart
He tells me he’ll love me forever,
and I pretend for a moment that I believe him.
Forever? Forever is a long time, and my forever is so uncertain. My forever will be shorter than his. My forever ends when my body slowly deteriorates into nothing, as it already has begun to do. Is it fair to talk about forever, when I know his forever would involve living without me?
My forever is not long enough. It is not fair for me to promise it to anyone.
Everyday I fight Cystic Fibrosis.
I fight for the baby I have not made yet.
that special someone I have not met yet.
the wedding day I haven’t had yet.
the house I have not built yet.
the life I have not lived yet.
I fight because if you don’t you loose.
and I haven’t made it this far to loose.
i never hit reblog so fast in my life
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