I am so intoxicated with emotion it is hard to even put into words. Last night, I finally saw Matt. We’d had trouble coordinating so I drove to see him after he got off work. As soon as he opened the door and said “Hey,” I knew I was in trouble. He had just gotten off work so while he took a quick shower, I sat on the living room couch and called Jill freaking out. “Jill, holy crap. He is MUCH hotter than I remember. I’m dying here.” He turned off…
When will I learn? When will I stop giving people so much more than they give me? It has got to stop. I am so sick and tired of letting people take advantage of me. I’m tired of giving people a piece of my heart and them stepping on it like it means absolutely nothing to them. I’m sick of useless “friends” who aren’t ever there. I’m sick of dating the wrong guys over and over. I’m just so fed up. I want to be numb. I want…
I’m nervous. So damn nervous. Matt is coming tonight. I repeat: Matt is coming tonight! I know, I’ve dated plenty. But this guy, he was it. I have this thing about people. When I meet them, I can almost immediately tell if they are going to mean something to me. It’s a feeling thing. I’m almost always right. I had it with him, and when he left with no word, I kind of started questioning myself. But now that he’s back it’s like the universe is shaking me…
I’m at a loss. I am terrible at comforting people. I’m the girl who asks one of my best friends “how are you?” when her mom just passed away. Who does that? Me, apparently. Because what do you say? What do you say to someone who just watched their world shatter to pieces? Her and I were going through something similar. I prayed we both would keep our moms. I prayed that neither of us would have to lose the person that matters most to us so young, in our mid-twenties. Life is…
I sometimes wonder if fate and destiny are real things. Then there are times like last night that I can’t help but think that they are. I can’t help but think that the text message I got was sent & received at the exact moment it needed to be. I can’t help but think that this is the universe screaming at me, opening a window, when I was too busy banging on a closed door. That’s exactly what I was doing, too. I was figuratively banging on Ryan’s closed door…
I’m cursed with the ability to see more in people than what they see in themselves. In life, I’ve been a victim of my own naivete in this way. I see your beautiful heart, even the jagged, broken pieces of it, and I think I know it’s all good in there. But people don’t always live up to the image in your mind. I try very hard to not play with people’s emotions. If I like you, I’ll say it. If you’re using me or stringing…
Suddenly, things become real. You’re the girl who always runs, so you find your reason, and you run. You know this path well, it’s one you’ve traveled many times. You know that he could have been good for you, but you know that he doesn’t want you. You know it deep down to your core that he would rather find someone else, rather keep searching on Tinder or at the bars. You see he’s been doing it and you don’t blame him but it cuts at you. You…
We had a banter, one that was flirtatious in its own right, but nothing that I ever intended to take forward. I made this clear many times. My best friend once told me that Mitch* and I are similar in the sense that we both always go after what we want no matter what other people think. “It’s not a selfish thing, it’s a brave thing,” he tried to tell me when I got offended. I sat back in my seat when he said this, not wanting to fight. This was over a year…
I want to be with someone who is sure of me. In the words of Carrie Bradshaw: Carrie: I’ve done the merry go round I’ve been through the revolving door I feel like I met somebody I can stand still with for a minute and… don’t you wanna stand still with me? Big: You dragged me out to a park at three in the morning to ask me if I wanna stand still with you? Carrie: …Yes. Yes, damn it. I have done the merry go round. I’ve been through…
Today, I woke up to a tiny human voice telling me, “It’s time to get up, Mommy!” Today, I drank hot chocolate and listened to country music on blast while cruising down Capital. Today, I went to Crossfit, my home away from home, and pushed my body as hard as I could, PR’ing my hang cleans AND my deadlifts. I can now hang clean 105 pounds and deadlift 185 pounds. Today, I went to Panera for HOURS and edited my novel and a short story from my workshops in Vienna. Today, I felt alive…