I feel like I’ve taken a beating since 2016. And I say this, because I honestly don’t remember 2017 at all. 2016 was the year I found out most of my friends were fake. I had many doors slammed in my face, and I scrambled most of the year to find somewhere I belonged. Lucky for me, I was rescued at the last minute by the world’s most amazing man. And that’s just it- I let someone else rescue me, and I’ve seemingly forgotten how to be my own hero.
I find myself only caring about the day-to-day activities and not the “grand scheme of things” because I know my boyfriend will figure it all out for me. I’m trying to be delicate with my words because this is really not a ‘problem’ at all. I’m just so terrified of losing my instinct to fight and curse the world around me.
:)
Wild Little Hare 