But I also know I’m only fooling myself. I’m in a really good place right now. I’m organizing my life, putting my pieces back together, and protecting my peace like it’s my full-time job. I’m not ready to let anyone in yet, and that’s okay. For my mental health and my safe space, I need to keep focusing on me.

Like Taylor said, “I’m picking up the pieces of the mess you made.” That line lives in my head rent-free. It’s going to be my next tattoo, somewhere on my thigh. A permanent reminder that I’m rebuilding, stronger and wiser.

It’s been a minute since I posted on here. I missed this — just writing, letting things out, being honest. So here I am, back again.

I’m doing good, truly. Working on myself, living my life. I just got back from a much-needed trip with my mom and uncle — Dublin, London, and Rome. It was healing in ways I didn’t even expect. Being in London again felt like coming home. That city… it’s my happy place, my healing place. I was genuinely so at peace there. I already want to go back, this time alone, and just be.

8/10

A romantic rendezvous in London, including a ride in a cab, a telephone box and cocktails in a bar. The entire video oozes luxury and decadence and is exactly what I love about HB. It suggests a jet-setting high-roller lifestyle that I think worked very well. I’m not sure about the final parts of the video, which feel like they’re in a  generic hotel, but overall, I liked the concept and the result.