“I’m 27. I Don’t Want To Go. I Love My Life.”
“But however it ended up, I still have a murderous ex professor who shot her boyfriend, put him in a box and had her Walmart lover dump his body in good ole Kentucky”
New series starting next Sunday!
So I will ask again… Where the f*ck is my album?
And the pattern of failed New Years resolutions continues
“I’ve learned that secrets make you sick”
“I’m learning how to be a voice and not a victim”
“I’ve learned that sex is natural”
“I’ve learned that love is necessary”
“Heartbreak is unavoidable”
“And loneliness is brutal”
“I’ve learned the key to being happy is to tell your truth”
“And to be okay without all the answers”
“Always do what you are afraid to do.
Do not accept and evil you can change.
Never eat anything bigger than your ass.
Be a little kinder than you have to.”
“Depression is a filthy disease that consumes you in ways you can’t explain. It’s ugly and lonely and a goddamn literal nightmare”
But as all of these negative thoughts are rolling around in my hyperactive brain, I start to realize that maybe it doesn’t actually matter what you or anyone else thinks