I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.
I’ve been MIA lately. Kind of fell off the charts so I figured since some asked where I went I’d update you all in one post.
As I said in a previous post I moved out of my dads house and got an apartment with my girlfriend Britt and her dog well now our dog, Pete. Pete got alittle lonely so we got Pete a sister Holly. Pete and Holly are “craiglist” dogs & came from not very good homes so i feel like they had an instant bond based on their past owners. I’m so glad we have these guys they bring so much love and excitement to our home.
I have to say I haven’t had a place I could home in a long time and the more we decorate and things get in there proper place it feels like home. I couldn’t be happier than living with Britt, she constantly amazes me, makes me feel wanted, cared about, & loved.
As though who have followed me over the years know winter is a hard season for me, my depression gets worse and I struggle. Well winter is here and though having some bad days and good days I’m trucking along.
We finally have internet so hopefully ill be on here more. Ive missed my followers and look forward to catching up with you guys.
Lots of love,
I don’t think people understand how stressful it is to explain what’s going on in your head when you don’t even understand it yourself.