The one where you make everyone hear about the recipe you’re trying but then it turns out horribly so you delete it but now the 72 people who stuck by you through this shitty ordeal are now pissed.
“Superfluous.” Because it’s a funny word to say. And because a lot of the things in my life that I worry about are superfluous.
I like waking up and finding out that this really is all there is.
Read more books! Start with the New York Times best seller list and finish with nonfiction that has been written about expelling unwanted residence phantoms.
You gave Week One of 2018 a good run.
I’m not some $2 spiral pad from Walgreens. I’m Moleskin, bitch.
January: Cleanse life of all drama.
September: Sniff out drama like a starving jungle cat.
Even through all the pain, you like the fact that you’d rather be uncomfortable and be moving towards growth than be comfortable and stagnant.
You let other people tell you why you could or couldn’t love yourself, forgetting that that permission belongs 100% to you and only you.
The fact that sometimes or a lot of times you have this human desire to be validated and you try to find that validation inwardly but sometimes it’s hard and you fail.