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◀ Saturday, August 17, 2013

"I always drink too much and never sleep enough. I'm still a liar, I think I'll always be."

I've never related more to this line than I do right now. This is what I love most about my life at this current moment.

One month after letting go, and it's almost unbelievable how my life turned around. And how many bottles of wine I've finished in the past few weeks. This is not unlike the period after when Z & I broke up. But this is just way better. For one, I didn't end up in the hospital.

L, I hope you're doing good. Leading the life, walking down the safe path, as you always do. I don't regret anything I've done in the past few weeks, all the boys I've talked to and hung out with, all the drinks, all the sleepless nights. Thanks for breaking my heart and opening me to this whole new world. I don't get why you're doing this though? Getting tied down so fast and not experiencing what else is out there? And to settle for the plainest jane ever? I feel insulted.

Anyway, I couldn't have asked for a better birthday present: Freedom.