A dear friend of mine sent me a text with the would-be words on her tombstone - 'Because winter.'
I think that honestly sums up 90% of the hunched over walks and sighs. The other 10% has me convinced I should be medicated. Vitamin D3 ain't doing much except keeping me in a constant state of 'Why did I? When was that? OMG, I totally did that.'
I'm an action fucking Bronson when it comes to taking risks. Most of which are terrible ideas and blow up in my face. But the pangs of guilt and self-criticism far out way the possibility of a catastrophic fire.
I've come to learn that this quality can be intimidating. And not in a 'sexy, she's so crazy, what a breath of fresh air' kind of way. But more in a 'she's unstable and not young enough to pull this off' kind of way.
My paranoia may be calling the shots here, but go fuck yourself.
When the snow melts and the ice begins to water my soul, maybe I'll wear my good bra and use kindness in kind.
