welcome to life.
That word cuts into my heart the same way those texts to other women did. How can someone be seasonal?
You weren’t seasonal when I carried your child for a short blessing. When I moved in with you. When you held me at my friends funeral. Or when I held you at your brother’s. You weren’t seasonal when I was planning a family with you or hinting at a proposal.
How can someone be seasonal? And why does it seem I always am for everyone in life?
-fire
I decided to publish my thoughts and the realities I go through. Early twenties are supposed to be the highlight of my life, right? Instead, I am going through a symbolic divorce. Accounting 101 didn’t prepare me for this. But instead of holding this in, I am taking control of my life and showing the world I’m that bitch.
Here, I am myself and those that read this I hope you can connect to my pieces. They may not be for you but this is my journey to finding who I am. Post college, post breakup, and post innocence.
Call me Fire. Or Water. Depending how I interpret each blog.
Fire. Water. Both?
fire or water 