Things Are What They Are And There's

I Don't Convey That I Can Be Moody Or A Perfectionist Or That I'm A Nervous Person, But I Am All Those Things. It's Just Not Going To Shine Through When You're Posting A Picture.

Throughout The Ordeal, I Learned That Getting Mad Was Easier Than Being Sad. Anger Was Something I Could Control. I Could Settle Into An Easy Rhythm Of Blame And Hate. Focus My Energy On Something Than The Ache In My Heart.

In The Final Seconds Before Sleep, I Wish I Could Go Back And Undo Everything, Give Those Little Girls Another Chance.

Looking Back, I Question Whether I Really Loved Nate, Or Just The Security Of Our Relationship. I Wonder If My Feelings For Him Didn’t Have A Lot To Do With Hating My Job. From The Bar Exam Through That First Hellish Year As An Associate, Nate Was My Escape. And Sometimes That Can Feel An Awful Lot Like Love.

It's Like When Someone Dies, The Initial Stages Of Grief Seem To Be The Worst. But In Some Ways, It's Sadder As Time Goes By And You Consider How Much They've Missed In Your Life. In The World.