Why..the hell?

How the hell did two of those butterfly shirts exist?

What the hell is on our feet?

Or better yet, what the HELL is on our heads?

Why the hell did we think this was a good idea?

What the hell is up with the wallpaper?

Why the, why the HELL is my hair parted down the middle?

Why the hell did my parents let us leave the house like that?

How the hell did we think it was so cool to match?..

…thank goodness that doesn’t happen anymore.

Love,

Hell

 

Sometimes…when I write on here, I like to blog about silly meaningless things. But sometimes there’s also nights like tonight..

Sometimes I wake up so tired that I have to nap in my car at 7:55 in the morning before going inside to work.

Sometimes I feel lonely.

Sometimes I’m not very sure about things, especially when it comes to what my future might look like.

Sometimes I’m grumpy and I don’t like myself very much.

Sometimes guilt over the fact that I’ve hurt people…crushed someone..can reduce me to the smallest version of myself.

Sometimes no matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to get things to work out. 

Sometimes…when I’m feeling all this..I pray things at night like “Hi God, what the actual hell is going on?”

And sometimes after that, I walk into a random store in a random town and see this and think…Ok.

  
Because maybe….

Maybe I don’t have to have things figured out right now. 

Maybe I am where I am, and I’m feeling what I’m feeling for a reason. 

Maybe it’s ok that my truck currently looks like I live in it and I only do my laundry once a week.

Maybe I feel lonely because one day I’m gonna meet someone who needs to know they aren’t the only person that’s ever felt that way.

Maybe there’s no point in over thinking, analyzing and feeling bad about things that have already happened. 

Maybe it’s ok to actually live in the moment and have fun rather than stress about things I can’t control. 

And maybe…just maybe, Everything really is going to be ok…I think it will.

 Just maybe not tonight though, and that’s ok. 🙂 

Love, 

The girl who sometimes maybe uses the words “sometimes” and “maybe” way too much.