Love sparkles.

It's not that anything wonderful has happened, but things are looking less bleak.
I'm still being ridiculously immature and allowing myself to conjure up situations and happenings in my mind. I am not helping myself in any way. But hey, I spend a lot of time travelling alone every day.

Sometimes, I really regret every little thing that has led me to this point in my life.
If I had done one thing differently, would I be here, in this place, in this life? Would I be this girl? What would my life be like? Better, or worse? Hell, it could be either.

Love, what the fuck is it? It's not a frickin' sparkler on a dark night... not right now, anyway.