Break ups are funny sometimes.
Despite all the pain and hurt they can cause and have caused, they’re really quite funny.
Well, at least in my experience.
A week and a half ago, I found myself up late in the Seattle hostel my friends and I were staying in during spring break. Here, I was ferociously writing about how much I still hated my ex. Even though I thought I had gotten past that stage ages ago. Granted, I was just a little (okay, Continue reading “Puzzle Pieces”