A few hours later I met with the crazy doctor. He asked me why I was there. Umm, I don’t know, doc. Probably because I tried to kill myself and my well-meaning best friend dragged my ass to the ER.
Making sure the dog is otherwise occupied. Hey, you know what’s not sexy? Being on top of someone, looking up and seeing two beady black eyes judging you from the edge of the bed.
The outcome is, everyone living in the European Union can spend money on cosmetics and look pretty without feeling bad for supporting animal testing.
There are a thousand different reasons people get (and stay) together and some of them can be the farthest thing from love. If this is your truth, change it. Go love who you actually love. If you don’t know who that is yet, keep living, they will come.