I'm Bree.
I used to never ever cry. Growing up it both bothered me and gave me a sense of pride, it made me feel like I was invincible, and the world was under my own two feet. Within the past few years I've cried more than I'd ever imagined I could. But I've also laughed and grown immensely.
My story is mine, and I'll share it with those who care to listen.

When people ask what we are, I honestly don't know how to answer. How do you label your best friend, the person who will listen to you even when you lack words? The guy who doesn't tell you what you want to hear, but what you need to hear, and who stands by you even when you feel like the world is tearing you to shreds. how do you label someone like that? How can you even begin to label someone like that?

And you want to know something completely sinful of me?

I love that I can sing along to Misery Business, and mean it.

Engage.

Some good tumble weeds:

the best friend.
the betty.
one cool cat.