I just spent 4 days being whole. Happy. Laughing. Camping. Skinny dipping in the Ohio River. Enjoying my friends and roommate and fish. And Dexter episodes. And music. And driving with the windows down.

but today?

I just want to curl up in a little ball and cry.

Is this part of grief? How often does the regression happen?
Which one is the real me? The whole one or the broken one?

Gosh, I'm tired of being emo.

Sarah :: Plucky in Love

Sarah, aka "Plucky", blogs on the reg, unless she's on vacation or there's a Pretty Little Liars marathon or she's mulling over the implications of the phrase "on fleek." She can't live without iced coffee, a portable phone charger, or equal pay. Say hello!

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