Unzipped

When I mess up, and lord knows I mess up, all I want to do is unzip my skin. My mistake envelops me, creating a membrane of someone else–someone who isn’t a good friend, someone who hurts others. When I mess up, I confront my mistakes. I lay myself out, raw, unzipped, uncovered, unprotected. I just…

Unzipped

How people handle joy and pride shows you a lot about them. How people handle pain and remorse shows you even more. I’m not the girl who sits on countertops and swings her legs slightly as she falls in love or makes a big decision. I’m the girl that makes pro/con lists and sees everything as a process.…