And I fucking love lemonade, so here we go.
These past few years have been a nonstop rollercoaster for me personally, and I've just peaked another very, very steep hill and feel like I'm starting to fall fast and hard into totally unknown territory. I find myself in the most complicated and terrifying circumstances imaginable to most people.. and I know it is absolutely *going* to get more difficult, no matter what I do. I'm at a fork in the road, and one path leads to guaranteed heartbreak, the other could lead to that... or the best thing that could ever happen to us. But the fear I have, the things that have already happened have left me so vulnerable and so inexpressibly scared that I don't know what in the actual fuck to do.
My instincts tell me to grab those lemons and juice the shit out of them.. after a few things get looked at and figured out I'll be able to decide whether or not I'm ready to do this. Until then, I have to stay calm, and just fucking BREATHE.
We'll see what kind of shit I might be scribbling down in this lil' ol' blogsky a year from now. Fingers crossed it about some delicious fucking lemonade.
These past few years have been a nonstop rollercoaster for me personally, and I've just peaked another very, very steep hill and feel like I'm starting to fall fast and hard into totally unknown territory. I find myself in the most complicated and terrifying circumstances imaginable to most people.. and I know it is absolutely *going* to get more difficult, no matter what I do. I'm at a fork in the road, and one path leads to guaranteed heartbreak, the other could lead to that... or the best thing that could ever happen to us. But the fear I have, the things that have already happened have left me so vulnerable and so inexpressibly scared that I don't know what in the actual fuck to do.
My instincts tell me to grab those lemons and juice the shit out of them.. after a few things get looked at and figured out I'll be able to decide whether or not I'm ready to do this. Until then, I have to stay calm, and just fucking BREATHE.
We'll see what kind of shit I might be scribbling down in this lil' ol' blogsky a year from now. Fingers crossed it about some delicious fucking lemonade.