I’ve survived a dead mom and a shitty dad (literally) and an adolescence with zero friends. I’ve survived losing people and having no one and feeling like I’ll never be good enough. I’ve survived heartache and heartbreak, and this hair. I’ve survived addiction. And every day I live, I can say that. I can list all those things, and shouldn’t that be enough to keep going? I want Jake to wake up. I want it more than anything. But if he doesn’t, I’ll be okay. I’ll live, and I’ll be okay (eventually). For both of us.
