it's sunday night. it's a weird night to be drunk.
my boss had a going away party and once again, i'm really really really thankful that my life is on the path that it is right now, despite how badly i wanted it to end just a few weeks ago.
i plan my life down to the minute. planning keeps me secure, it keeps me safe. lists, schedules, and reminders ...
i thought that if i planned a future for my relationship that it would be enough to save us. love, would be enough. i still believe that love can be enough, but it just wasn’t enough for us, and i couldn’t give him anything more or less. i had a plan to marry this boy.
i would be lying if i said that i didn't want that anymore. but i'm so grateful for all the shit the has thrown me off that course. im a goddamn forest fire. love it or fcking leave it.
if what i live for are random sunday nights playing rage cage and drinking shitty wine, then i will plan my life down to the minute to live a life like this. i will plan, and then watch it all go to shit and im going to embrace every second of it.