This is just painful and beautiful. This is why blogs were made.
One night in September, right at the tail end of summer, I was exhausted. I had woken up before the sun, before my roommate, and before the birds - by 8pm, I was curled up in bed, ready to watch a chick flick, eat fancy sea-salted dark chocolate and end up crying. Sometimes that carefully buried bottle of tears just needs to be broken before the world can start looking better, you know?Continue reading>>>