Irish Breakfast Tea. Sent from the heavens.
Solid, sturdy, honest music. Poultice for my aches.
An orange and some m&m pairing. Choco-citrus is delicious.
Mmmmm, love me some self-therapy.
It's hard to be happy when you're hurt. It's hard to be joyful when you're sad. It's hard to choose to be a good person when it feels like the world tries to shit on you harder for it.
But I'm finding it's worth every second. Because I can choose to be happier. And to make myself happier.
And that makes life worth every second.
I just hope that I'll be able to make every next second count.
Get in this journey with me.
Let's be happy
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Nothing better than a good, strong cup of Irish Breakfast tea!
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