Feeling lost and confused the past few weeks and lucky for all you poor souls. you get to listen to me rant for a few moments.
Some days I feel like I lack a purpose. There are things I want so badly, yet I feel like I have zero control over getting them.
And so I’ve toyed with what I’m going to do in a year when my lease runs out.
Right now, moving to a big city sounds like an amazing adventure.
I’ve had seven, yes seven people I’ve become extremely close with move away over the past year.
And I’m about to lose yet another very good friend.
I’m sad you guys.
I’m tired, too.
And I feel so stupid for be depressed in such a beautiful place. I practically live on the beach for Pete’s sake.
So what’s a girl to do? Chase new adventures in a big city like Boston?
I know so much of this stems from the hell Fuck Face put me through.
I feel like everyone in my life always ends up leaving.
So many feelings.
That made all of this so much easier.
I hate to let my secret out, but it had to be said.
I pray a lot.
Have you heard of Project Semicolon?
The movement hits close to home. I’m sure I’ve touched briefely on wanting to turn my emotional pain into physical pain in the weeks following the end of my marriage.
I just love what the movement stands for — and right now, it’s reminding me of how far I’ve come on this journey.
Thanks for listening. I know I rant and bitch and complain and cuss and drink and smoke and whatever. I’m human too. I’m thankful for you for caring.