Isn't it ironic that in feeling so much you feel nothing at all? That when you have everything to say you can't utter a single syllable? And that when you have everything to do you can't seem to move an inch?Isn't it funny how everything you hope for has a funny way of getting flipped up side down on the way? Everything you work towards can just pick up and walk away? And how everyone you love can disappear at the drop of a hat?
Life is ironic. Life is funny. Life is every adjective under the sun the moon and the stars. Life is everything, everything except boring. Except mundane, except eventless. Except empty.
Life is never empty. So no matter how much you feel and cannot find the words to say remember:
You are special, love, you are cherished and you are beautiful. Sometimes someone on the outside has to remind you. But don't ever forget it.
- xx, Kelly.
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