The grossest sentence ever: “While still in my panties, I vomited from my jowls a chunky curd of phlegm that was dripping with roaches, maggots and mucus and gurgled a moist egg yolk while I blogged about it.”
Confusion isn’t the right word. Complete bewilderment, denial, and outrage is what I initially felt.
You’ve come to terms that success isn’t defined by how deep your pockets are. Though this is mostly out of personal convenience.
I believe it is healthy to feel sad and to feel lonely.
Now don’t get me wrong, it sucks being classified as disabled.