I had the most dramatic weekend ever. I went home and got sent back. I drank too little and felt it too much. Both my sisters received bad news and I must admit that I think I'm more heartbroken than they are.
It's a feeling that sinks deep into your gut. The kind that you know there's no true reason for; the kind one likes to blame on hormonal imbalances or pms. It's neither, it's just ... it hurts when people around you suffer with things that you truly believe in.
Today I watched Letters to Juliet....
We all have a Lorenzo Bartollini in our lives... whether he's a guy, a dream, or an attainable goal. It's just a matter of wanting it, and putting everything that stands in your way aside and not waiting 50 years to find him.
We all deserve a chance at love, a chance to be in love and a chance to be loved.
We all deserve more than a "win win" situation...
We deserve to be happy; to be complete; to be fulfilled; to be us... to be who we are supposed to be; to be who and what we were put on this planet for... otherwise: what's the point?
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