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him: sheβs probably thinking about another guyβ¦
me: ants be likeβ¦β¦*ant noise* πππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππ
@not-my-brain hey
Iβll start:
I donβt need to see this
This really a strong ass picture. Black women are super heroes!
nice
I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I donβt know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter βHold on β he yelled to a coworker.
I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says βI made it a largeβ.
That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. Iβ¦ Iβm alive. Iβll make it through.
Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.
Thank you man at McDonalds.
The milkshake saved my life