I know what it's like, darling. Believe me, I do. I know how much the heart aches, how many tears fall, how hard it is to get out of bed, and just how much strength it takes to paste that plastic-y smile on your face when all you want to do is curl up in a ball on your bed room floor and eat ice cream and cry.
It hurts, I know it does.
But, I also know that the tears stop. The ache goes away. Cuts heal. The heart stops hurting. You find a reason to smile. Really smile. And you become stronger.

You have hope, dear girl.
It get's better. I pinky swear it does.