just trying to breathe.

How many times do you have to tell yourself that it’s not the end of the world before you finally start to believe it? When does hurting stop feeling selfish? How can you be mad at someone and want to curl into them all at the same time? Why do I feel childish and immature for just trying to deal?

You make…promises to someone…and you try everything…you give so much to try and uphold your promises…

I don’t have enough wine or chocolate for this.



Just over here chronicling the craziness and banalities of my everyday life. I fly, I drink, I run, I work, I laugh A LOT, I eat, I repeat. I live my life like it's golden...for the most part.

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