the heart isn’t a muscle.

if i had a nickel for every time one of my friends told me i was ‘the strong one’ i’d be rockin louboutins like nobody’s business!

but here’s the thing: the heart isn’t a muscle. and where’s the strength in not acknowledging the bruises or breaks that it’s suffered?

i’ll be the first to admit i’ve gotten (surprisingly) good at picking up the pieces and moving on when i need to, but what i’m working on now is allowing myself to be vulnerable. and sad. when it’s appropriate…because real strength lies in honesty and being true to yourself.

NOT in shutting down and walking in the other direction: the only way out is through.

sometimes feelings are false.

i’m guilty of getting way too caught up in whatever exciting/tragic/ fantastic/depressing event happening in my life (or yours, if we’re besties)…and sometimes (read: never in the moment) it helps to remind myself that ‘sometimes feelings are false.’ and more importantly, they’re only temporary.

it helps (me) to remember what i know for sure…and i’m certain that: happiness is fragile. and i can’t always trust my emotions.

losing faith.

lately i’ve been bombarded with stories about cheaters/liars/jerkface boys. it makes me so so sad.

‘i want so badly to believe that there is truth and love is real’

i don’t understand. what’s the point of being in a relationship if you’re gonna cheat and lie and run around? if that’s what you wanna do, go be single! i just don’t get it.

in all fairness, i’ve been guilty of boyfriend borrowing. it wasn’t intentional. and i was young. and selfish. and very, very different. now, i know better. (read: got a taste of my own medicine and it was BITTER!)

in any case, i don’t condone cheating. or lying (unless it’s absolutely necessary. for instance: no, i’ve had those boots forever! i didn’t just buy them yesterday during my lunch break).

one (read: several) of my ex-boyfriends think it’s okay to text me obscene comments about umm…you know…the ‘stuff’ (mom, dad, and current boyfriend: i have NEVER done anything inappropriate, not till i’m married, i promise!) anyway, it’s gross. pathetic. and really really sucky for their new girls. at one point i may have found it flattering. i mean, i love the idea that my exes are all sitting at home crying over losing the best thing they ever had. but now, i just feel horribly for their new girlfriends. and of course it sends me down the whole ‘was he doing this while we were together?!’ path. and that road is just ugly. so, i’m staying off it.

but seriously, all the stories about liars and cheaters make me sick to my stomach. and make me want to never get married or trust anyone. it’s sad.

please world, stop making me sad.

forever. for now.

life is seasons.

people change.

feelings shift.


i don’t understand how people can promise forever. honestly, i just don’t get it. i mean, i can’t even be sure of what i’ll want to do tomorrow…let alone next year or twenty years from now. sure, i’ll always love my family and my friends, but i don’t live with them. in a relationship, is there really such a thing as forever?!

of course i want there to be. it’s such a lovely thought. you meet someone, you fall in love, and you stay together. forever.

‘forever – is composed of nows’ emily dickinson

…forever. for now.