...we can live like this
So here we go. Blog #3. I wanted to start writing in one again, but my first blog is tainted with such negativity from a past relationship and blog #2 was a culinary fail. So here we go. Maybe this time I'll avoid themes and stop using this as just a painful outlet so that it's not something I have to give up on later.
There are two fireflies dancing in my overgrown backyard right now.
Nothing says summer like a firefly. They're harmless, beautiful. Even as the smallest child, it was the only bug I'd ever willingly touch. I still don't stop chasing them. Just to hold them, make a wish or remind myself of how lucky I've been, then let them take flight back to the sky.
Chicago has been kind to me. It's been a bizarre journey, to say the least, but my life is on a steep incline up towards awesome. I'm in no rush, though. I just wanna take each day as it hits me. Some hit harder than others, but I've made it through so much bullshit at this point, what's another minor setback?
Jack's Mannequin may be the soundtrack of summer. It makes me feel inspired. Cliche? Trite? 100% baby, but if you don't like that - you can go fuck yourself.
See you soon.
xoxo
