Hear Me Out

Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to write a blog. There are a handful of afternoons I can recall making some username and trying to design an advice column at whatever dot my blog dot com. Now, I think if I don’t actually do it, I’ll put it off too long and regret it. Here I am with only a few journeys under my belt, but they are journeys nonetheless. I don’t want to give advice anymore, but I do want to share. If anyone learns anything, great. These are my most hilarious confessions and my most delusional conclusions, and me finding a way to talk myself, or, write myself back down to Earth. Life has done a number on me and I’ve felt some type of way. It’s a good number, like six-seven or eight, and this time around, I’m leaving no crumbs.