Dear comparison,

YOU ARE THE WORST. OK. I've composed myself. I DO NOT LIKE YOU. I'm sorry. I had another outburst. Really, though, you are just one incredibly unhelpful creature. And you know what? I'm durned sick of you (so sick of you that I spelledĀ "DURN" instead of "DARN"). It's really your fault, Comparison. All I have … Continue reading Dear comparison,


Dear insecurities,

All right. I've had it with you. That's right. YOU. In the corner of my mind. WHISPERING NONSENSE. I think it's safe to say I am SICK and TIRED of the way you, not-really-so-dear insecurities, have run my life.