i’ve never been good at expressing my thoughts and emotions aloud. if anything, i’ve gotten worse at it over the past few years. brett, on the other hand, is completely comfortable saying whatever is on his mind. he wears his heart on his sleeve, and befriends everyone he
in an effort to document everything that’s been going on the past couple months, aside from new york. i don’t know where to start. all i know is my mind is a web of thoughts recently and it needs to GTFO. i have not been myself lately. i
several months ago, brett and i were at home. usual routine–dinner, play with caylin, put caylin to bed, work out, shower, hang out downstairs in front of the computer and/or the TV, more often than not with some drinks, until one of us can no longer stay awake.
if i could count the number of times caylin says no on a daily (or even hourly) basis, i would. but i can’t. because it’s her favorite word. it’s practically her only word. well, that and “elsa”. sometimes she’s just being goofy because she knows we’
this month, caylin has constantly sounded like the seagulls from finding nemo. everythere’s “MINE! that’s mine! no, it’s mine! my game! my punkin! my water!” oh my god. there’s no in between. she’s either a little hellion, or a sweetheart. it’s incredibly frustrating. this