When I was around 17 years old or so myself and a friend decided that we were perpetually single. Throughout my childhood I’d see my friends and the people around me in and out of “relationships” (if you can even call it that), whereas the most I could muster up was a 24-hour “relationship” with one dude in year 7 which ended because I didn’t want to have to commit to putting his name in my MSN status and well, because I wasn’t allowed to have a “boyfriend” anyway. Fast forward 6 years later and I just couldn’t fathom the fact that I still had never had a boyfriend. 17 and still single?! That sh*t sounded hella crazy to me. So a friend and I coined ourselves “single and sad”, then spent at least an hour each time we met up talking about what we were doing to make ourselves tragically single. Oh – did I mention – I was 17…?
‘Sup folkss! I’m… back? It’s so rare of me to disappear for (almost) three weeks; blogging to me is like therapy – this, the gym and Levi are the three key elements I need to getting my head in the right space so to go over two weeks without one of these ingredients to the ultimate formula of not going insane was definitely not planned. But – life happens. And you know what? Sometimes a break is a good thing.