Punch Drunk Love
Edit-12/23/2017 : My floating heart has once again hit the pavement. I've been heartbroken many times, but this one shreds my soul. I thought about tearing this post down and burning it, but I won't. Someday, when the hurt goes away, I want to be able to look back and remember how it felt to feel like this. x. It has all come down to this. I've been writing this blog for nearly 10 years, and it has seen my entire emotional spectrum. I've covered love, heartbreak, depression, dating, struggle, homelessness, jail, loneliness, and all the ups, downs, and sideways in between. Some of my reads have been fun. Most have been rough. I'm finally in a place where I can say all that struggle and hell was worth it, because it brought me here. I have a great, fucking exhausting and mentally draining job that I love, that has infinite potential to bring me even higher on the ladder. My kids are happy and healthy, and at 15 and 20, well adjusted young adults. I have