*UPDATE* THE PURPOSE OF A BLOG IS SO THAT PEOPLE WILL READ IT. SOME PEOPLE CHOOSE TO BOTTLE UP ALL THEIR FEELINGS, I CHOOSE TO SHARE MINE WITH STRANGERS. IF YOU DON’T LIKE WHAT I HAVE TO SAY, DON’T READ IT.
Or, in the words of Taylor Swift – if you don’t want me to write mean things about you, maybe you should stop doing mean things.
Alright kiddies. Get ready for some serious hatorade.
I wish my sister would, in the words of Rahm Emanuel (as played by Andy Samberg), grow the fuck up. Stop living in your little fantasy world. Yall ever seen In Her Shoes? Or read the book? Yeah, it’s like that, except I’m not fat.
I think the reason it gets my blood boiling is because I wish I had a sister I respected. Or someone whom I could actually believe shared my DNA.
She’s not the only one really getting under my skin, though.
I’m tired of putting effort into friendships that are just not there anymore. Especially when I’m the only one putting in effort. What’s the point? I have friends I love and who love me. Not everyone has to stay close.
It just makes you sad when you close a book and open a new one, you know?
My mom thinks I’m just unhappy. But it’s quite the contrary. I told Shane just last night that I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long LONG time. Maybe it’s marriage, maybe it’s not working a slit-my-wrists job, or maybe it’s just coming to terms with life and what I want out of it.
But I’m happy. And that’s more than a lot of people can say. So I guess the heart of life is good after all.

















Jessi, you would like.


