It's hurt to write lately and if I'm honest with you, it's hurt to do most things. 2020 has been far from kind. Kinda feel like in the last three months, I've lived the whole year and then some. At the beginning of the year I promised myself that 2020 would be better, but by the the middle of January I had lost a job and applied for another one that I ended up not getting. Two weeks in a row during the month of February I found myself in the emergency room, barely able to get a deep breath, and ended up finding out it was all because I had a separated/fractured rib. So when March got here, I had high hopes that things would start looking up. Every morning for two months or so, my grandparents and I texted each other a countdown of the days until I'd be catching an afternoon flight to see them for the first time in years. For weeks leading up to that day, I was so excited to finally be getting that chance that I pre-packed as much of my suitcase as I could. Ev...
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