#4.19.15

Around this time last year, after going out/partying, there were so many nights I would lie in bed thinking something was missing -or wake up the next morning feeling empty as fuck. 

“These people don’t get me,” “I can’t be myself around them,” “What am I doing here?” I would think to myself. 

I realize that I had to feel that void to appreciate what I have now. I had to hang out with the wrong people to know who’s right for me. This weekend was perfect. From getting my rave cherry popped with the chillest company, the spontaneous SF trip, to the Napa Valley wine tasting, I could not have asked for better people to enjoy life with.

It’s not even what we did or where we were that made me grateful. It was simply that we were vibing on the same wavelength. Whether it be silently lying in the grass together while listening to music, or taking naps together, I always felt like I was enough. I didn’t feel the need to impress them -to look cool or to sound smart. I didn’t wear a hint of make-up within the last 48 hours because I forgot to pack it, but I didn’t feel an ounce of insecurity.