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.