So lately I have not had so many good days.  Things in my brain have fallen apart a little bit.  Found out about something that I had suspected all along, but without proof, you can convince yourself that the ugly truth isn’t the reality.

Well, I feel like I walked in front of a bus I knew was coming.  Now I just feel insanely more broken than I was before.

So cheers to better days and better friends.

Que cera cera (whatever will be, will be)

Has it already been a year since my world finally caved in on itself? 

Sometimes I still want to scream and shout and throw everything from the shelves and just fucking lose it.  But it’s not about him anymore.
The question I keep asking myself is - Are you only given one great love? 

A wonderful friend of mine recently said to me that you will always have that great love and it will hurt and it will linger, and then you will meet someone new who will ignite that passion and piece together your heart again - that hurt will never leave you, but someone out there will give you a love so great that it will overcome whatever the past has dealt you.