I think we all know the real reason the government shut down…

How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?
We become something better.
I used to love thunderstorms.
The way the rain echoed off the roof and caressed the glass windows.
The splatter of drops hitting pavement and thunder booming on the horizon.
I loved its chaotic calming effect.
I was a different person back then.
someday i’ll get it
I want to do it so badly… I can feel it in my bones. And I feel so. Stupid. Like who am I? To tell our story. But I must. Because I’m not sure anyone else will.
i need to start treating my body better. I need to open some windows. I need to stop being so forgiving. I need to leave. I need to come home.