Yesterday I was in my car and managed to forget it for awhile when suddenly at a red light this jolt of remembrance left me feeling as though I'd been kicked in the stomach all over again. Yeah, it sounds dramatic and certainly isn't all unicorns flying out of your a** like blogging's supposed to be (or something), but whatevs. It's the truth. A guttural sigh and a green light later I thought to myself, 'I've gotta get away from this. I don't want to let this moment define my life and destroy me.' It was a turning point, I guess. There have been months of dark days dealing with this person and I'm really tired of it. The Chef's been cheering me from the sidelines and it's helped a lot, but every once in awhile I am faced with the fact that this thing, this person, will forever be written in my life story and I wish I could just erase the entire thing.
Hell's bells. Not so much on the cheery side today I'm afraid.
Some dark pics to go with? You got it. Pass the chocolate.
~Outfit: Juicy Couture-Vest, Old Navy-Sweater, Alexa Chung-Skirt, Frye-Boots, Rings-Flea, FP, Bracelets-Vanessa Mooney, Madewell, Motif 56~
Bright side: skirt's on sale, sweater is too and so good I picked it up in two colors. Santa's sleigh came early and I was driving it. Maybe that was him behind me in that picture? Nah!
