Remind me why I’m here.
Remind me why I do the things I do.
Remind me why I love them when I do them
and I hate myself when I don’t.
Remind me because sometimes I need
reminding. Like these times, when what I do and why I’m here feel like a whole
lot of nothing and for no reason at all.
[Image: The Sartorialist]
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