Category: winter

IPA can collector.

Actually, its the main reason I’d ever spend 10-20 bucks on a four pack.

I recycle them myself.

(I do prefer IPA though, my man friend keeps bringing over Budweiser and it really does not taste good. It’s pussy beer)

My dad’s been drinking IPA’s most of my life. So when I lived with them…we always had Harpoons in the fridge. Became my favorite as well…and there is almost, nothing as fun as a Harpoon event.

Bummer though, because my other job works them. So I literally could have been paid to be somewhere, that I pay 2-3 times a year to get inside.

Covid…please..please. stop making life a living hell please. and mutating…all that weird annoying crap. Goodness gracious. I’m highly cautious but its really tiring.

The feelings I once had, are washing away with the tide

I was afraid to call him back, when I talk to him it usually makes me very sad. It’s bad for my mental health. For once though, I didn’t feel that way. I felt a bit sad of course, but only for the situation we were in together. Not about having feelings for him. I think I will always, in some form care for him. I’ll never feel the same as before though, I don’t even think I have for a long time. I don’t know how you can truly love someone who seems to just enjoy hurting you in every way.

I hung up on him after about 3 minutes because…I just don’t need to constantly remind someone I exist for them to call me. Especially someone, who was the most important person to him as of 6 months ago. His emergency contact, his biggest fan, the person that stuck with him everyday wanting to rip my fucking hair out. Thats what I do for love, and getting hurt is always how that seems to end. Nothing like that relationship was though.

He was, and is a selfish narcissist. The things he did, are unforgivable. He’s toxic, on drugs…and sober. Just as much of a liar, and as manipulative as before he went to “get help”

I wish him the best, but I’ll always remember what I went through. He never fixed it like he promised me he would. Every promise he ever made for over 2 1/2 years was broken. He will never know true love, because he’s never seen it and he’s never lived it& I was not the one to say that first.

Footsteps in the snow

I really enjoyed working at the Gardner Museum, it was hands-down one of the best jobs I ever had. I would also say it changed and saved my life at a point that I needed it very much. Little did I know, that the man that brought me there for the first time in my life would essentially be the one that saved my life (even if he broke my heart) until I met my worst nightmare, I’ve never struggled with this type of thing before. Being so scared just about going home to find my boyfriend dead …kept me up all night, I already had a full-time babysitting job. And I don’t blame him anymore, I mean he was a total monster and never took ownership or did anything to change it, no matter how much he lied to me and all the things I did for him. I hate myself for not walking away. All the things I lost for him. But, I’ll always love that place. I can’t wait to go back, it always felt like home. And at one point it was my safe place. It kept me happy while my whole world, everything around me… was shattering.