I don't regret. Sometimes, somethings- not studying, not caring, not handling it right- but i don't regret loving, feeling, experiencing. I can't. That was love in some way, shape or form ( Read more... )

I've had a rough few years ( Read more... )

Che Sara, Sara...

How long can one failed story go on for. How hard can one little heart fight. Maybe it's round about quittin time, but I've never been a quitter.

I'm noticing that as I get older "wedding season" begins to bother me more than valentine's day. It's like phase 2 of valentine's day. Like valentine's day on crack.

Baaaahh Humbug.

“You think when your marriage is over, that you're going to find somebody, that just caters to you no matter what, that you're not going to have to work at it, that's going to be, like, psyched to go to Applebee's with you every Friday night and hear the same football stories about how you rocked in high school ( Read more... )

Why do "they" allow us to believe that the world contains any type of perfection?

Flakity flake flake.

When it rains, it pours!! Good Golly.

I've been around for you, I've been up and down for you, but I can't get any relief ( Read more... )