Birthdays are supposed to be a happy time. You’re a year older. A year wiser. A year closer to driving. Or drinking. Or graduating. Or
Today turned out way better in reality than it started in my head. Anxiety is a cruel lover. I hate that I can come up
I’ve fallen into another psychological rut. I don’t want to go to work tomorrow. I don’t want to call in sick. I just want to
I don’t usually blog on Saturdays, but I secretly (now not so secretly) told myself that I was going to blog every single day in
So, I guess I should explain yesterday’s blog. I know I left it kind of open, but I was a little in shock after the
He said he loved me….