I have loved too much that I don't even know what love is. I would hate to shrug any of my past relationships off as "not love," but maybe they were just false alarms, or practice rounds for real love. I hate to define love as a noun, because I truly believe it to be most importantly a verb. I guess I'm just afraid that if I give pieces of my heart to so many other people, how will I ever be able to truly dedicate myself to somebody someday?
On the other hand, I don't think you should ever hold back the love you have for somebody. They always say "love hurts," but I believe it truly only has good intentions.

I think I'm just a bit sappy tonight thinking about fairy tale endings and other unrealistic love scenarios. Sigh. 

Lately I feel like my life keeps falling apart and then putting itself back together over and over. It's been stressful and confusing and I'm not sure what I'm doing. I think this is perfectly normal though... right?

News?

I'm struggling to put together paperwork for my residency application for Portugal. It's been sending me in circles.

I've lost my license to a traffic citation and am selling my car for money.

I've never been this far in debt before and it's starting to scare me. My credit card DOES have a limit.

On the bright side, I've learned a lot of adult lessons that will (hopefully) prevent me from making mistakes in my future that will destroy my bank account.

When will my life begin?

Thankful for kittens and other small animals.
Thankful for my brain.
Thankful for a bright future.
Thankful for thankful people.