Another Week…
On repeat…
Lately…
Still having a hard time getting my mind off things but here’s what I’ve been doing to try to keep myself occupied…
I finally went back to the gym. Fern had me lifting dead weights so I pulled out my gloves. Looks like it’s time for a new pair.
Great book. I’m planning on reading it again after I finish The Hunger Games.
There were things about the book that I felt I was relating to.
My snowboard finally got to say “hi” to the snow.
Someone please tell me what kind of flowers these are!
My ladies ❤
Adapt Grand Opening
First time making blackened salmon. Actually…first time making salmon in general. It was pretty good though. Definitely using that recipe again.
Abi did a post on my closet for Hellz.
A Letter to Love
Dear Love,
It’s Valentine’s Day. Honestly, I’m not much of a V-Day person. More of a Happy Single Awareness Day person. Maybe it’s because I was never with someone during this so called day of love. I’ve never had a date for this day, but I was never sad about it. It was just another day of people sharing love (which btw, shouldn’t just be one day out of the year, people should be doing it everyday). An upside was attending Pillow Fight. But because of other circumstances I feel like I can’t even go to that. This year’s different. I’ll admit, I’m a little sad. I did a total 360 from being the happiest I’ve been with someone to feeling pain that has left me sleepless. The painful thing about breakups is accepting the fact that the person just no longer wants to be with you. It’s plain and simple. I know with time I’ll be able to get past it. I’m surrounded by friends and family who love and support me and that’s all I can ever ask for. But for now, you suck Love. But I hope one day you’ll make me as happy as I was before.
Love,
kris
Word.
With the little sleep I had last night, I had a bad dream that woke me up crying.
My feelings are, if you love and care for someone enough, you’ll make the time for them. Unfortunately, for me, I wasn’t enough for them to do so.
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