This Last Evening in November

Ungraciously dog paddling my way through the dreaded sea of get to know you questions and uncomfortable first date conversations, I find myself tired and needing a break. Sister time is where I find that break, the refuge, a breath of fresh air.
  This last evening in November has me filled with gratitude for the moments my sister and I share together, dedicated to tomato soup, grilled cheese sandwiches, and 'nogg floats, where there is no worrying about who is going to pay or how to avoid an awkward farewell on the porch.

Neighbor

Might I be the owner of the most downer blog of the century? Currently, yes. But it's because OH MY GOSH I can't get over how big of a waste of my time the past few months were.

This is how I feel right now:


Why is it so impossible for one to realize they are being used until the time has already come and gone. sAJDSFLKAJSDFLKJA. I would just like to record that I am incredibly glad to have bailed ship on a horrible relationship. I've dated some great guys, how did I not realize the difference? How did I not realize the difference? We live and we learn, right? Love is patient and kind.

I want

to spend my time with someone who wants to spend their time with me.

To be continued.