Isn’t that what we all do when we’re feeling a bit deep or blue, is drink wine, or whatever kind of spirit suits your taste buds? Generally I’m not crazy about reds but it’s a cold(ish) night here in South Beach, a restful Sunday, a day to stay indoors, cuddling up on the couch watching a movie, or, as it was for me, cleaning my entire home.
This is all very new to me. Usually I keep a journal for times of deep thought, but typing is faster. I’ve kept a journal since I was 13 years old, and as time progressed, my writings changed from “today was a beautiful sunny day and I met this cute boy!” to “I’m so damn tired of this bullshit”. This because I’m older of course and have had a lot of time to experience things in life, and, in a sense, am just as lost as I was when I was 13.
My first kiss was when I was eleven. He ended up kissing one of my friends, and at the time I was broken-hearted. However now I realize I had all the girls as ‘girlfriends’, and, you can’t expect your first ‘love’ to last forever, when the options are endless. Nonetheless, that was when it all started…
