i don’t need a husband or penthouse apartment or fine jewelry.

I don’t remember the first time the realization came to me that I was in fact falling in love with my boyfriend.

love isn’t nice or sweet. it’s obsessive and controlling and asks you to change every part of yourself. at least that’s what i’ve been taught.

november is my least favorite month of the year.

The problem with being self-aware is it makes what you do even worse. I knew I was being petty and snide. I knew I was being a bitch and a bully.

I don't have a clue what the fuck I'm doing.

There’s no plan.

Begging to be believed.