For purposes of this blog, I am Dahlia. I am a 20-something year old loser just trying to figure life out. Think Daria (circa 1997), but fragile. That's me: a delicate Daria.
A girlfriend. A dog mom. A daughter, sister, former student.
As lost as everyone else.
I want it all.
Career, family, marriage, material things.
Sometimes I doubt knowing what love and happiness even are.
Today I believe in love.
I believe in the look R gives me from across a room that says, "You're my favorite."
The way he says it'll all be okay.
I don't think enough people laugh with their partners. Must be too busy taking life seriously.
Maybe I should have taken life more seriously.
Maybe I'd be happier.
Maybe I'd be miserable.
Life is full of maybes.