Life, Unexpected
It’s never what you think it will be, is it?
It’s never what you think it will be, is it?
I love Date Night.
My friend said this to me once after I again rehashed The Big Breakup to her years after the fact. Her mother had said it to her once before and it stuck with her just as it has stuck with me.
Or, how I wasted an hour and a half of my day.
I’ve been ready to crawl out of my skin for some time, imagining I could forcefully peel away my own outer layer for no particular reason other than I wanted to. It’s stifling in here.