Here’s a fun fact: Teddy Roosevelt’s wife and mother both died on Feb 14th. So while you complain about being alone, let’s remember who really was forever alone on this day.
How bout his journal entry for that day though?
If that doesn’t get you right in the feels, I don’t know what does.
I can’t even imagine the heartbreak he went through that day…
Trusting people is becoming hard
Keeping my grades up is becoming hard
Feeling pretty is becoming hard
Thinking happy thoughts is becoming hard
Doing work is becoming hard
Maintaining a friendship is becoming hard
Doing everything is becoming hard and I don’t like it