I've been dragging my feet on this post for weeks, writing and rewriting...wondering how much is too much to say, how little is too little.
So, I'll just say this:
Life isn't going as I'd planned or hoped. I am heartbroken. Again.
Doesn't that seem to be a reoccurring theme for me?
But, I'm dealing with it as best I can. Trying my hardest to heal myself and to be a better, stronger person. Keeping some hope--what little there might be--alive. For now.
Because I have to. I have to belief in love and happiness.
Besides, cake always makes it a little better, right?