About two weeks ago I deleted my secret “I do” page on Pinterest, all of it. I deleted a wide selection of cakes, entrées, decorations, dresses, rings, cocktails, song lists, and everything else I once thought would be essential for my big day. Every single pin was gone in the click of one button. Why? … More I DO not
authenticity has become a rarity because no one other than the offended knows how to effectively express opinions without being attacked and demoralized. … More No Offense, But Stop Being Offended
My awkward phase far surpassed the normal amount of years for such tragedy. I’m talking about started in fifth grade, and lasted until after high school graduation kind of long. Heck, some may argue I’m still in it… (If that’s you, then just drop dead.) Not only was it long lasting, but I also received … More Benefits of the Awkward Phase
“You reach a state of hopelessness prematurely.” I stared across the over-friendly room, decorated with like, cats and stuff, and I looked her straight in her chin. She adjusted he head a little to meet my eyes, but I overcompensated in nervous rebellion and looked at her forehead instead. She gave up and continued. “It … More Repairable
I’m a worrier, like a lose hours of sleep kind of worrier. Everything just seems a little more life or death than it actually is at two in the morning. But that’s just me. I worry. I’m at a time in my life where I, and those around me, care so much about things that, … More Who Cares?
The winter here is “miserable.” They “never” want to go out. He “always” says that when he’s mad. The pain of heartbreak is “excruciating.” That outfit is “hideous.” She “constantly” get’s mad at them. I use to exaggerate as much as the rest of them. It seems harmless really until it starts effecting your entire … More I Never Say Always
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