I love Arizona.
It’s taken my 27 years to realize this, but it’s true.
I want to try and be happy.
And for once, only be responsible for my happiness and no one else’s.
Sometimes you just want to feel like you’re not alone. And it’s not even the physical act of being alone. It the being alone with the thoughts. That you’ll never be good enough. That you’ll never feel whole. It’s those thoughts that keep you up at night and keep you staring at the bottom of the pool wondering if that’s a safer place than where you are now.
Emily’s Monday Night: Having a Facebook war with the roommate of a guy I dated seven years ago.