Beer buzz & a backbone

Self-explanatory. When does life stop being weird? Does it ever get to the non-weird point? Do you ever figure yourself out? No? Okay.

What just happened? Over the past few days? In the past year? I'm still really good at lying to myself. I'm still really in love with the idea of love and really bad at discerning who or what I should throw that love towards. I'll figure it out. I feel much less like a plastic bag in the breeze and much more like a foam cup. I'm catching less air in the good way. Life lessons come slowly, but so do changes. I don't think I would change a thing, but now here I am at the restart; deciding who I am now, what I take away, and how I carry on.

Why do I always feel so liberated after break ups? Is this a good sign or a bad sign?

Maybe I'm just a big fan of possibility. I mean I am so you can take out that maybe.