There is something very final about spitting out what has been bouncing around in your head all night long, and speaking requires consciousness, which allows for the foolish things to finally identify themselves as foolish.
This isn’t an excuse for my impulsive and disorganized behavior; it’s an explanation. I now know what I was dealing with and can focus on management rather than allowing the symptoms to render me useless.
Some days, I want to shave my head. I don’t know why, I just do. Some days I want to get in my car and forget everything and drive in circles around the block. Some days I want to cut out the people who love me, simply because the effort it would take to talk to someone does not seem worth it.
Her voice is far from incredible, but you don’t listen to a Hilary Duff song with the hopes of hearing Mariah Carey-eque powerhouse vocals. Instead, you take it for what it is: positive, honest, danceable, and fun.