I almost always feel bad about my writing so I will give this advice to myself too. My advice is keep writing anyway always and no matter what. What you have to say is important. Don’t cross things out so much that it’s impossible to reread them later. Write freely and don’t worry about if it sounds “bad or good”, worry about creating something that you feel is genuine and meaningful, worry about “is this an expression of my self?” Just write. Just keep writing. That’s my advice
My sister and my mom are the only two people I have EVER loved unconditionally and I will never miss somebody as much as I miss Cara today
oops fun fact: doing the same soon I think (they are actually screwed for summer um)Omg u too? already?? damn I feel bad for Julianne. Why r u quitting?
It’s weird for me. It’s really weird for me. Because, you know, for about five years Cara was an only child, and there was a long time where even the idea of having children had not graced my mother’s mind. But for me? From the day I was born, I have never ever not had a sister. Until the day I didn’t.
Cara’s life was an irreversible truth for me. And my mother used to tell us when we’d fight, “when I’m gone, you’re only going to have each other.” but now we fucking won’t. I won’t. Not once in my life did I imagine that could happen, and so I took her for granted in the best and worst way.
To say I loved her is such a earth-shaking understatement, because I have never known anything else. I have never not loved her. I didn’t have a choice. Every single person my sister met fell in love with her laugh and her smile and her compassion, but I never met my sister. She just was. We just were. I just loved.
I loved her like the sun. When you don’t see it, you never mind much. You know it will be there tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that. Sometimes you might not see the sun for weeks, and you don’t think anything of it, because you know, eventually, the clouds will break. They always have. Sometimes you complain about how hot it is, but when it really gets down to it, you’d be lost without its warmth.
Cara honest-to-goodness loved the sun. Never complained about it. She’d lie in it for hours, days if you let her.
She shone like it, too.
drawing is fun until you realize how much better other people are at it than u