Sara. Boston. Been winging life since 1991. I tend to cry over grown men slapping a piece of rubber around a rink.
I’ve pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I’m never really gonna be happy for an extended period of time and that my whole life is just going to consist of going through the motions and faking like whatever career I end up with is just what I wanted to do my whole life and whoever I marry is just who I wanted to spend my life with, despite the fact neither of those things are likely to be true.