Why I began

I originally began blogging to remind myself of where I came from so in return, I'd know where I'm going.

Well that's really just a bunch of bullshit.

I don't have a clue where I'm going and where I've been has become a place of old, sad country songs and crying into my lemon water.

I was supposed to talk about my MISadventures here.

Sometimes they are more suitable for FML website.

BEFORE YOU READ ANY FURTHER PLEASE NOTE THAT IM GOING TO TALK ABOUT TODAY

CANDIDLY. IF YOU FEEL YOU'RE GOING TO GET YOUR FEELINGS HURT, STOP READING NOW. THATS MY DISCLAIMER.........

BAck to the story....

Like today, for instance....among all the conversation hearts (which say creepy things like DON'T TELL.....wtf????) and balloons and unwanted roses, I received a valentine.

Wait.

That's incorrect.

I received a thank you card.

363 days out of the year I would love a thank you card. I write them. I believe in them. A hand written note speaks volumes.

But on a day like today were Valentines come with angry birds and Justin beiber and Legos on them, I would Iike a valentine.

And then to add insult to injury , he thanked me for being A GOOD FRIEND.

Awesome.

Like I need another one of those.

I want more than what I have.

I want that passion that comes from being a rising phoenix. I want compassion and love that I know you are capable of. I want my feelings validated.

Soooo I'm back to square 1. Trying to compartmentalize my feelings into small Tupperware containers like Thanksgiving leftovers.

The best I never had...

FML