Dear Diary,
This isn’t necessarily a happy story.
Thats the thing with life- its not always happy. I’m not happy. It’s not happy. The days are not always rainbows and butterflies, I’m not a rainbows and butterflies kind of girl. This isn’t a story where everything always ends up okay. This is a story about pain. Heartache. I’m just trying to make it through most days.
But it’s my life- its dark. And messy, and full of love sometimes, and its about living with that- because what are our other options? Because at the end of the day- what are our options?