Status: On obvious hiatus, but not dead.
Story of My Life
My therapist once told me that if I didn't understand something, I should write it all down and look at it from a different perspective. Okay, so it wasn't my therapist. I don't have one. My best friend told me this, and I think it's pretty good advice. He says I have too many things going on in my head and it's making me crazy. He should know, he's known me most of my life,
"Ky," he said, "it doesn't make sense because it's all trapped inside such a small space, thoughts all bouncing off one another. Write it down. Spread it out."
I'm choosing not to take that "small space" comment as an insult.
So, that's exactly what I'm going to do. Take a brief period of my life and "spread it out". Because it doesn't make sense. Not one little bit. How does a normal, run-of-the-mill girl from a small town in Indiana wind up dating a guy from a huge rock band? How do they have a relatively ordinary relationship? And how the hell do I still manage to mess it up?
It's a simple story, nothing insanely facinating. No one dies, no one cheats, no one gets pregnant. But still, it ends. And I have no idea why.
Here's my story. Maybe you can see what I can't.
"Ky," he said, "it doesn't make sense because it's all trapped inside such a small space, thoughts all bouncing off one another. Write it down. Spread it out."
I'm choosing not to take that "small space" comment as an insult.
So, that's exactly what I'm going to do. Take a brief period of my life and "spread it out". Because it doesn't make sense. Not one little bit. How does a normal, run-of-the-mill girl from a small town in Indiana wind up dating a guy from a huge rock band? How do they have a relatively ordinary relationship? And how the hell do I still manage to mess it up?
It's a simple story, nothing insanely facinating. No one dies, no one cheats, no one gets pregnant. But still, it ends. And I have no idea why.
Here's my story. Maybe you can see what I can't.