I’m sick of being afraid (shit - terrified) of change and happiness. I’m scared to have happiness mostly because I’m more scared of losing it when I find it, so I keep it away - as far away as humanly possible - in hopes that whatever I don’t experience can’t hurt me. I’m so oblivious, in the long run it hurts worse. “Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure.” - Helen Keller

Maybe there is truth to the old adage, “tis better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.” When going through heartbreak(s) I thought that phrase was the most retarded thing I ever heard. Now, years later, I wouldn’t have traded those loves for anything in the world.

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