Falling out of love was one of the most honest things I’ve ever done in my life.

Leaving someone I still cared for was something that was foreign to me.

Discovering my own truths has been, in two words: growing pains.

Acknowledging my own faults has been humbling and empowering at the same time.

Realizing I can create my own future is downright scary.

Making the decision to remain open was the best thing I’ve done for myself.

Having relations with someone I had no real feelings for was honestly, my attempt to be someone I’m not.

Owning my time has surprisingly left me extremely busy.

I have no idea what I’m doing right now.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Honestly.