If this is flat, brother, I apologize. — I am not a runner. I can count the number of times I’ve run in the last year on one hand. On one finger. I ran one time. I ran on the one year anniversary of my decision to stop treating my sobriety like a phase. I’d flirted with it for years, but always treated sobriety like a thing I could afford to pick up and put back down again. During those years I had told a lot of lies: I didn’t have a problem, I was just taking a break. I wasn’t
Came here because Robin Pecknold reposted your story about the concert in his story and started reading this. Feels special to read your story and I want to thank you for it! Also thanks for the playlist at the end. From a fellow FF and mega Shore fan (in The Netherlands): lots of love and all the best! :)
That was a good read, good job
Came here because Robin Pecknold reposted your story about the concert in his story and started reading this. Feels special to read your story and I want to thank you for it! Also thanks for the playlist at the end. From a fellow FF and mega Shore fan (in The Netherlands): lots of love and all the best! :)