My Love Life Is Pretty Sad
“Can I take a picture of you so I can show Santa just what I want for Christmas?”
“Can I take a picture of you so I can show Santa just what I want for Christmas?”
I don’t know why I keep going out on dates because I really don’t even want a boyfriend (unless it’s you, Lukas and then “HI.”).
Reality: I need you to tell me that the awful, obnoxious way I was behaving was actually funny/cute/endearing.
I wasn’t crying because I’m sad that she’s getting married first or anything ridiculous like that, I was crying because it was such a strong reminder that we aren’t kids anymore and never will be again.
4. You have free tacos hidden in your coat and are passing them out.
I screw up with relationships and I mess up at work. I get angry and say things I don’t mean to my friends or people I love.
I should eat an entire sleeve of saltines (and a brownie).
It’s so hard for me not to let what other people say about me define who I am.
First comes the saddy sad phase.
It’s a big world and instead of sulking around missing someone, get out there on life’s big beach with your margarita in hand and enjoy the show.