Kayla B(e) Writing

Love takes work and patience. If you told me that years ago, I would have called you an unromantic pessimist. You probably would have called me naive. And you would be right. When it came to romantic relationships in the past, I was dumb. I thought that love equated to constant butterflies in your stomach…

I know my mother will be happy to hear me say, “You were right.” Not about everything, Mom. But you get this one. I’m impatient. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned that somewhere here before but it bears repeating. I’m fucking impatient. I’m always wondering about the future. What will my next chapter be like? Will…

“You’re playing the victim.” How do you play the victim? If something bad happens to me, by no fault of my own, I am the victim. What role am I playing exactly? Was this suggesting my pain was not real? This was an insult. I took this as a cop out for people to give…