Remembering my password for this, and scrolling through the older, early 20’s rambling of a heart broken girl has been.. humbling, to say the least.
I am older now, I am 32. But I’m still carrying the 21 year old in me, who went through the most devastating and life shaping breakup she’d ever have.
My 21 year old self promised to hate him for all the days left on earth before the sun explodes. Very angry, very confused, and in the most intense pain.
But my god, she made it through. For better or for worse and some days I wonder how she did it. She just…did. There’s so many things I want to tell her about herself. About love. I want to hold her and promise her that things get better. I don’t think she’d listen because Christ, was she stubborn as hell.
Hey little Britt, you made it.
Oh, little Britt? 2 more things.
1.) We got a lot of cool tattoos, I thought you’d like to know that.
2.) We wrote and published a book of poems. Yeah, I KNOW.
