thirty-something

Why isn’t my “enough” good enough for everyone else?

On the bad days, I snap at the ones I love and on the good days I can be a normal functioning human who is learning to live with some sadness.

Anyone who knows me will know that my presence in any form of spa or beauty salon is about as likely as Trump getting a “Nevertheless, She Persisted” tattoo.

Since when did it become cool to not give a fuck? Do we really want to be a bunch of floating icebergs?

I’ve traded in my rose-coloured glasses for a pair of shit shades and it sucks for everyone around me, including my formerly optimistic self.

We view relationships as a way to enrich our lives, but it’s not the end-all and be-all to our ultimate fulfillment.