If a complete stranger evaluated my life by my Instagram account, they would probably think I was your typical happy sorority girl surrounded by a bunch of friends who gets to do some cool things in her life.
You’re just past the OMG-I’m-thirty stage and have started to feel grateful that you’re not yet forty.
They don’t let their emotions run their lives.
Every time you are introduced to someone as a potential new friend or significant other, you come to a point where you ponder whether or not they are worth investing time into.
It’s not that ENTPs are anti-relationships so much as they’re pro everything else.
Will you regret this? Will it come back to haunt you?
It started on a highway in rural Kentucky. We passed an adult superstore in the middle of a cornfield, the kind with a retro name like “The Jewel Box” or “Pure Romance,” I can’t remember which.
I have been that girl who made mistakes after mistakes, got myself humiliated, ashamed, heartbroken, and subsequently ruined my chances at happiness.
In Hawaii, I rode a horse with your name. I flinched each time the instructor said it.
You’ll never go hungry.