Bitchin', not a bitch.

Chin up. Kind of makes me look like I am ready to take a blow to the face.
But my therapist tells me some amazing things no one's told me before. Like how the "ready-to-take-a-blow-to-the-face" look is probably a good thing.

Taylor is gone. She went very quickly, too. There's only one reason to stay the weekends in KC anymore. Reason = Carina, however Carina = always working. I feel like the part of my life that revolves around my best friends has suddenly gotten very sad. I lost her to the mountains! But who HASN'T lost someone to the mountains?
Je t'aime mon ami.