It's Friday, Love

{ The cure }

Something's different. I don't know how else to say it. I don't really know what happened though. I mean I know something happened, but it always happens, and honestly I've come to expect it. So why was this time different? Maybe it wasn't. Maybe it's been coming on for a while and this was that final nail. I remember a conversation a friend and I had almost exactly a year ago. Afterwards, I thought to myself that if I were her and had been listening to me be unhappy for this long but basically doing nothing about it, I'd pretty much be done hearing about it at this point. That conversation was about another area of life. That conversation was one of the final nails in that coffin. Sounds like I have a lot of coffins, right? Fitzgerald's Mortuary has a nice ring to it. I guess maybe I do have a few, things that needed to be put to rest. Things that needed to come to an end. Things that I am sick of spending my time and energy on. Things that,  in the end, give me nothing and therefor don't deserve me. 

{ Winter Boots }

{ One Way }

{ Coffee Pals }

{ Morning }