When life gives you lemons, you need to effing squeeze those bad boys into all of the baby wounds life has cut you up with that you’re crying about and let the lemon juice burn those little scratches you think are lacerations until you scream because that lemon shit hurts and then once you’re feeling really alive because you just cleansed out your wounds with some powerful shit, wake the hell up and move your fat butt. up, over it, and forward. MOVE FORWARD.
Then never forget how terrible that shit felt so you don’t repeat the same mistakes over and over again.
I love you but move the eff forward.