I do nails, I love cats and anything that can make me laugh but recently I’ve been hurting so much I don’t know if I can just reblog and be ok. The pain I feel runs to a depth I didn’t know I had. For years I pushed people out of my life, men specifically, that I never really understood how it would feel if it happened to me.
Summer 2014 I was forgotten by someone that told me they could never forget me…I think I’ve cried everyday since then and I’m still not without a dry face. I’m not really sure why I’m writing this but it feels good so why not?
33 years and I’m still learning…best of luck to you 20 somethings :)